It’s a quiet still morning with barely enough breeze to move
the leaves but enough fresh air to breathe deeply into my lungs. As I begin to move about the kitchen I break the
stillness by turning on recordings of my sweet boy Luke playing his piano tunes.
As his fingers dance across the keys, my heart dances along. Then I add scrambled
eggs and Nerstrand bologna and strawberries and blueberries. Then stir in some words
with my dear sweet Pete over the breakfast table.
And now, a pause to sip my tea and savor the gift of another morning and all the people I hold dear who are waking up to this day with me, albeit each isolated in their own homes. I remembering people I had the privilege of listening to and talking with yesterday and the ones I will reach out to today. Gratitude is the sweetness in each sip of tea.
Some mornings are just the right recipe for a sacred moment. And the music keeps playing.
May 21, 2020
