Sunday musings on simple pleasures
Happy Sunday to all…it dawned on me just how blessed this day is, and how deeply blessed I am as well. It’s August, in Michigan, and it’s in the lower seventies…how amazing is this?!! Windows are open, the most delicious breeze is ruffling Fitz’s hair, touching the cats that are lying here as well, and then carressing me as it gently moves thru the quiet house.
Willow is tending to me, applying ginger compresses to my chest. She is a tender caretaker for her oft times aching ( and sometimes cranky) mother.
The clouds are huge…cotton candy fluffing riding the currents above us…remember picture clouds? These are perfect today…
I communed with the canvas for several hours yesterday, and was reminded, again, how the dance with my muse is essential…it is my breath of breath, heart of hearts, and transports me to that place between here and there…
I am keeping this simple, as that is the place/space I am at in this perfect moment.
Know that I whisper and breath prayer for all those that I love, for those I’ve not met yet, and for those that challenge me…and once uttered, trust…
Simple peace to you this fine day,
~weaver
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