blessed simple moments

I am safely back home and it is time to write. Although I am uncertain of what words may come, I know that it is the simple process of writing that I need. And so I write…

…of the sweltering heat of a Southern summer…appreciation of even the slightest breeze brushing whispers of coolness across bare skin…a low, amber moon reminiscent of autumn, rising ever so slowly to a golden globe painted against a canvas of black clouds…returning to work and the pleasure of glimpsing a weary smile on the face of a patient…my precious books…love stories unfolding in reality instead of a TV screen…the warm fur of my pups snuggled against me on the blessedly cool sheets…

These are the moments of my days, the simple moments that create a tapestry of beauty, natural and pure. It is in these dark hours of silence and solitude when the world around me sleeps…it is in these hours that my heart soars with gratitude and my spirit aches to dance in the moonlight.

My thoughts tumble about, but despite my susceptibility for worrying, I feel a strange sense of peace encircling me. Perhaps it is faith. Whatever the reason may be, I am grateful for this respite. The anxiety sits patiently in a darkened corner, not so eager to make its presence known right now. My spirit is light and I can actually feel myself inhaling, tasting the fresh ripeness of the summer air.

…revitalized by the sun…breathe…the delicious taste of summer such a rare delicacy…

I will continue to devour these blessed, simple moments.