It's one of those mornings when the new week has begun but my
heart and mind are nestled in Sunday — blind-white sunshine and
overlapping islands of picnic blankets from yesterday's good
conversations...
But today is a
writing day, a listening to The Innocence Mission and connecting with people
day, and so Scout and I welcomed it in with kibble and eggs (respectively), and
I am sipping coffee in my favorite, should-be-famous Giraffe Mug.
There is so
much to do, but I find this morning that letting in the light has been
important and slow. It's been the first day in a long, LONG while, weekends
included, that I've just lilted through a morning, twirling between starting laundry,
stepping out on a windy porch, finishing my tea and pouring some joe, switching the laundry load, and catching up on the lives of dear friends that also try to capture
moments with words on various sites..
So with my sentinel at the window, music in the room, and Replenishment beside me, that so rarely visits on Mondays, I welcome this week.
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