Beginner's Heart

Beginner's Heart


day 15 of Thanksgiving: everyday moments ~

the curve of a tree limb against blue sky

a patch of yellow asters spangled with blue & black butterflies

how fresh-ground coffee tastes on a cold damp morning

the smell of November roses

This is the kind of thing I’m thankful for today. Nothing spectacular, for most folks. But every now & then, my very ordinary life flickers into a kind of transcendent focus, and the smallest details seem almost redemptive.

Today? A fat mourning dove fluttering up from the feeding platform as I walked out to add sunflower seed. The reliable ray of warm sun that seems perfectly aimed at the rocker by the back door. The anticipation of a very ordinary meatloaf for dinner. Not to mention the scamper of a happy dog, the satisfaction of one line of poetry well-written. Or two perfectly ripe pears in a ruby glass bowl…

Look around your ordinary life… What’s crept up on you? What’s just waiting for you to notice…?

 



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