journal entry

slow mornings

I don’t know why the way the light hits my

coffee mug makes me feel emotional

Maybe it’s because I’ve been gone too long,

drifting — a visitor in my own space.

Thankful for the slow mornings,

the quiet hum of my refrigerator,

the soft light beaming behind the white curtain of my apartment living room.

I’m thankful for the way my house plants are blooming,

even when I’m not.

I’m thankful that I don’t have to rush this mid morning,

and how I want to sit with this silence.

I’ve been away so long…

I’m thankful this is my home,

it is safe. it is full of love,

it is here — waiting to be enjoyed,

to be laughed in, sad in,

to be admired.

I’m thankful to be here today.