Two stones here – one for yesterday and one for today.
20. Warm soapy water, soft white cloth, Danish Blue bowl. Pretty, functional, precious. How many meals? How many uses? How many memories?
21. Air vents rattle, trees creak, hailstones pelt the window. But inside all is calm, housework done, order restored. Lemon polish and fresh laundry scent the air, and are overlaid by fresh-brewed coffee.
It’s warm, soft and a perfect fit. Its smooth, golden surface reflects and radiates a golden light. The inside is engraved, etched with significance. My wedding ring’s embracing circumference holds thirty-four years and the possibility of many more.
Now, in this moment, it’s all ok. All, being everything that really matters, is presently in order. When I take the time to stop and listen, to filter out all the crazy static interference, when I disengage from what is gone and stop second-guessing the future, then I know that all is well – and now is all that matters. The gift of the present.
