The greatest surprise is the quiet lull in everyday. The stillness on my own, the quiet between us on the couch. I’m learning to sit in these sacred moments to let the average, basic even, take over. There’s no where to be but here, an answered prayer.
Now, I’m paying attention to cutting passion fruit in half, across the body instead of up and down. To giving myself one side of the record spinning to accept miscommunication and apologize.
Nothing to see here, but beauty…the most average kind.