I hear the coffee brewing. Even though bedtime came early for me the night before because of an allergy attack, I can begin to smell it’s aroma.
I hear “happiness.” I smell “joy.”
I look forward to it’s “taste.” I am content in being patient in the moment. The moment as the fan for the stove kicks on forcing warm air into a cold room.
I turn on a sound file that I recorded while on vacation. At first it only sounds like white noise. Something our entire existence reflects. White noise. Everything else is tuned out ~ until I hear it. I hear them. It’s quiet except for the brewing of a fresh pot of coffee and the waves of the Gulf of Mexico. The warm air blows and I cover my feet with a blanket. I am as good as there. As close as I can be in my current moment.
I am at peace.
Some of what you really need can be right at your fingertips. Often, we are so busy looking for “it” that we miss “IT.”