I’m not sure whats happening to me, but all of a sudden I am finding joy in the very ordinary.
This adrenaline junkie has needed some time to come off my driven highway and I am really starting to like it.
The feel of the hot water on my hands and the bubbles as I wash the dishes.
The satisfaction of making my own presents for my friends.
Meeting new friends at the playground as my son rips his shoes off and flings sand everywhere.
Cooking a roast.
Listening late night in bed to the ocean and the rain.
Making lunches for my husband so he can work overtime so we can holiday.
Calling my friends with no reason than just to check they are okay.
Dreaming about summer and new seasons and new days.
The seemingly ordinary moments, that we so often scoff at in pursuit of bigger lives.
Finding joy in the ordinary is just as important as stretching your capacity for those once in a life time/ dreams are made of moments.
When we find joy in the ordinary moments, somehow we find a wide open inspired place, that we never knew was available.
It is not circumstance or possessions or status or titles that consume our thoughts.
It is shalom.
It is peace.
Till we meet again