The invitation to slow down that the shorter days and darker nights of winter brings.
Burrowing deep under layers of super cozy blankets on chilly mornings.
The frosted dew on the grass shining like sparkly jewels at our feet.
Early morning sunrises turning all the world into an Impressionistic painting of vibrant reds.
Extra jam on buttered toast filling all the nooks and crannies.
The openness bare branches leave against the sky, space waiting to be filled next spring.
Quiet beginnings with nothing more than the comforting scent of our morning coffee.
On a morning walk seeing the neighbor’s cat settling down with a yawn on a front porch swing.
A warm embrace from a friend we haven’t seen in awhile that opens our heart wide.
Re-reading the Classics…rediscovering rich stories of quiet joy.
Books tied up with ribbon sitting in sunlight on the windowsill.
Smelling the scent of a warm, home-cooked dinner before even opening the front door.
Fresh, crisp sheets on the bed after a long day.
Light spilling under a door to let us know our loved one is home safe and sound.
Each night, as the stars unveil themselves, a grounding, centering sense of presence.
