Sitting here, entranced
By the warmth
Of the winter sun
Shining through
The French doors,
With soft music playing
Behind me,
With my mind
Deliciously empty
Of worry,
I tarry.
There are
So many things
I need to be
Doing,
Chores
And duties
And other
"Should'ves,"
But instead
I am spending
This stolen time
With myself
And with God.
Why hurry
When these moments
Are perfectly
Sublime?
I love basking in the sun and meditating about the here and now, the past and future, and nothing at all, as a soap of vitamin D to ward off depression. Wonderful thoughts on a wonderful day.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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A productive stolen moment Rebecca :)
Love and Light
Lily