sitting in the dark. reading. writing. musing about a day gone by.

having a sip from a cup of coffee. breathing slowly.

rolling over in sleep as the morning light streams in.

dangling feet over the side of tables. bouncing green balls off a wall.

choosing what i want to wear. not what i need to. simply because.

being vague. being obvious. being happy. being quiet. just being.

receiving a beautiful necklace from a friend. for no reason whatsoever.

maybe it was because of the intense busyness the past few months, maybe it was because i’m finally recovering from a really bad case of the flu… whatever it is, it feels good to be alive again. to take my time to see the world go by and not have to be part of the mad, rushing crowd on their way to somewhere important. these are simple luxuries in life that i won’t ever take for granted again. i stretch, recline and smile.

yes. it is good to be back.

slow mornings


There’s something deliciously guilty about getting up and taking the time to prepare for the busy day ahead… leisurely. The past months have been a blur of rush/rush/rush and I got used to always being quick because I was supposed to be somewhere else ten minutes ago. Today, I took my time purposefully.

Roll around in bed.

Drink my early morning coffee.


Write (!)

All very s-l-o-w-l-y and it was nice.

I raise my cuppa to a new day, a bright morning. It’s going to be long and yes, it will be busy and rushed later but for now, this very moment belongs to me. All mine.

Now if I could just get that slight nagging feeling in the corner of my mind that I should jump of my chair to get out of the house before I really am late.