An entry from this morning…

6:37 AM… Est l’heure de prendre un café avec une chatte qui mange son petit-déjeuner…

I woke to my room being filled with the most wonderful light…first light, warm, embracing light. Hope for that was part of my motivation for leaving my blind slats open when going to bed last night, I confess…

I enjoy the wonder of serendipity and receiving the unexpected joys of trying to live open to you; the unexpected joys of walking with my arms down at my sides, desiring to be spacious, rooted And loosely bound, the both, aware and available. That grand bit of leaf art yesterday is a perfect example. Such thorough gift sown plentifully in my wandering journey.

That said, I also enjoy planning for encounters with you. Leaving the blind slats open; rising early enough to watch the sun blink over the horizon; waiting for the fireflies; even intentionally setting out on a walk through the Public Gardens or traipsing off on a meander through the farmers’ market that holds the promise of coffee, a munch, people watching, and writing.

It’s a both-and, a hand in hand… I love that about you.

(And the daffodils are spectacular, by the way.)

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