A Saturday Morning
11/15/2014 04:33 p.m.


It's Saturday morning, the first semi-cold morning in this winter's Arizona desert for me.

I find myself in a very contemplative place, wondering for the millionth time why I am where I am, and what might serve the highest good of those in my world at this time, most predominantly myself.

Crying for no apparent reason. Missing the closeness of those I've given my love to in the past. Appreciating those I am privileged enough to love in these present moments, including my own sweet self. Loving the me who is faulted. Loving the one feeling lonely. Loving the one feeling the beauty in these moments without a partner to cushion any of it.

The coffee is particularly nurturing this morning.

I am currently: ok in my own skin.
Listening to: Damien Rice