Here I sit on my porch this morning. The sun is out and is warm on my face. There is a slight cool breeze. I'm not sure of the temperature since our barometer broke, but it feels nice. My wind chimes are tingling and bonging in the breeze. My cats are surrounding me on the porch. They are just looking around and enjoying the free outside (we call it cat TV).
I start back at work tomorrow and all of the stresses and pressures and responsibilities will begin again once that alarm goes off. And yet, here I am sitting. The birds are chirping in the background and I can hear the traffic over on Nissan Drive. I can hear all the hustle and bustle but I'm not part of it. I feel kind of detached from the world, as if I'm not part of it. I've got a little patch of warmth and a wonderful back seat to the world right now. His world. All of it belongs to Him. It's slow and quiet enough for me to feel that strongly right now. Kind of makes me never want to leave my porch.
Of course if you were here right now you would be philosophical too. There is just something about the morning light and warmth and sereneness that just opens my soul and sends it soaring like a bird.
From where I'm sitting the new year looks nice.
