Now picture this
9-9-17
I feel somehow lighter, just being here… and think now : is
it a lightening of weight/pressure? Or a lightening as in a brightening? … But
there is something about the routine/ritual of coming to this place (Bushel and
Peck), buying something from the laiki (farmer’s market) maybe, ordering a
latte and a muffin (I might sometimes try other varieties, but cinnamon apple
is always the best!), sitting (preferably by the window), equipped with a pen
and pencil, and/or my mac, face-timing with Spyros, people watching (today at
the table nearest me sits an elderly woman and her son who might be near mom’s
and dad’s age, chatting over coffee and lunch), listening to the music playing
over the speakers and the clink of dishes and the chitter of chatter… and still
feeling this quietness in my soul – space to be here, reflect, think, write …
In all the ebbs and flows of the last year, having this place, this space, this
practice… it’s helping me to be okay … it’s helping me to be here … it’s
helping me to connect : to my faith and the values that are important to me, to
Spyros (even 5,000+ miles away), to family over lunch or a baked good, to
friends via messaging or letters, even others I’ll never know who just happen
to be sharing the same space today … and to connect to myself … This is where I
am right now…
