I am unapologetically watching the rain make huge puddles outside my office window while being mesmerized by the drumming sound against the aluminum storm shutters.
How’s your Friday working out for you?
morning has broken
This is one of my favorite views in the morning. A cup of coffee, my honey next to me, the dog at our feet — it’s a heavenly way to start the day.
Everything is promise at that hour. It’s a new day. Plans are made, or not made. There hasn’t been any disappointment or failure — just anticipation. It’s quiet and calm, and just right.
It’s an hour marked by gratitude and prayer.
the blessing of a good day
There’s something
in the early evening —
a feeling at twilight
when the day hasn’t quite ended
but the night hasn’t come, either.
It’s like you have one more shot
at getting it right,
but you realize,
hey, I did it all right.
Or mostly right.
Or right enough
to merit this peace.
This beauty.
This quiet wonder.