56.9 degrees in the dark of this Kilauea morning. That’s cold for Kauai.
I swear the honey in the squeeze bear is moving more slowly because of it.
With knee highs and an afghan, I reflect on yesterday’s post about my intent to be porous. To let myself be truly touched by life.
To be truthful, there was no long sustained wave of open-heartedness where I was washed in blissful love light. But there were flickers of sweetness in the day.
A co-worker called me “honey” when she told me I’d found her exactly what she needed.
Driving past a woman walking alone on a country road. Her face smiling, the wind blowing her blouse alongside the bananas.
Greeting eyes with a long-time, handsome friend.
Holding my son in my lap as he told me about his day.
Being handed a home-grown rose in full bloom. Inhaling the scent – and as always – being transported to Marionette road, where my great-grandmother’s roses lined the driveway and filled my seven year old head with floral love.
Sparks of light. Small calls to live and feel deeply. To let the moments permeate and pass.
6:59am. Gonna let breakfast preparations permeate my being now.
Here’s to sparks and flickers!