I've spent the last few mornings, gently waking up and shuffling out to my kitchen. This isn't unusual but the recent mornings have been courtesy of jetlag and mind wandering. I put the coffee on, scramble 2 eggs, clean and chop some fresh strawberries and sit down at my eating table and savor the morning. The sun has been shining in, warming the place and the soul.
For the first time in four months I had the weekend to myself, home, here in Seattle. The last 2 weeks I've been traipsing around Italy and Switzerland which is an entirely different series of posts that I'll get to soon.
I'm compelled to write this morning by an overwhelming sense of completeness, contentment and fulfillment. I have found such a great peace in the last few days that transcends vacation high the burrows deep. It nestles within me. The completeness is comforting and enveloping.
I know it won't last forever. It shouldn't. But right now, it just feels so good.