In the mornings I get up and feed the kitties. Gracie by then is starting to make her scratchy meowing sounds.
I wander around the apartment and take random photos that I will put in my post for the day.
Then I fix myself something to eat and make a cup of coffee.
I choose soft music to listen to and sit down in my chair.
The editing and resizing of photos begin. Sometimes it takes an hour or so, as it did this morning.
All to show you the world through my eyes.
My Simple World:
It is a simple world. One based on what I see around me: my home, my patio, and beyond.
Then I hand you the remnants, ordinary moments that string together days and weeks and months and years like beads on a necklace.
Day after day after day.
I sip my coffee and look around me from where I sit in my chair. What I call “my working chair.”
And then I try to mold thoughts into words about my simple and unfettered life.
Bits & Pieces:
It is nothing life-changing or transformative. Just bits and pieces of the morning as it evolves.
I’m not rich with money. Yet in many ways, I’m wealthy beyond all expectations.
Each and every day, life is a small bud that opens every morning. It continues to open throughout the day, one petal at a time.
And all the while, the beads on that necklace click together as they fall into place.
I am grateful for the sweet moments filled with all that I see around me. Nature and the blue of the sky and the scent the wind brings to my door.
And one thing remains the same.
An endless story of possibilities that weaves itself throughout the years.
“For me, becoming isn’t about arriving somewhere or achieving a certain aim. I see it instead as forward motion, a means of evolving, a way to reach continuously toward a better self. The journey doesn’t end.”
― Michelle Obama