Today I am so, so grateful that my Sunday morning began in the soft and quiet.
I got to just stand around in my backyard - mostly feeling the still, and listening to the birds singing. I'm certain they were singing extra sweetly just for me.
In my wander I discovered another sweetness - a tiny rolled phlox flower - wound today, but ready to rise and burst tomorrow.
In these things I found comfort in the beauty and the plain living.
In these things were the reminder that Life (being living and love) is enough.
That there is no need to hurry -- to hurry the process. To hurry the excitement. To hurry the living.
Life explodes sometimes, it's true, and I wouldn't have it any other way - I love those days!
But I am so thankful that I am comfortable enough with this life - and this skin - that I also embrace the still, and the soft, and know that there is nothing to fear...
and nothing to be proved.
Certainly, being in Peace is a fine thing for which to be grateful.