comfort to-go

What is a life worth living? Is it appropriate to measure that?

I’ve been living in WA for over a month now and if I’ve learned anything about myself it is that I love the rain! Unexpected, as yes, I am the sunshine girl, but damn everything is so much more bright and clear after a long long day of rain. And damn, does the sun feel good after being soaked to your bones.

I spend a lot of time at the water, gazing at the mountains behind it, wondering how two things so full of majesty can exist in one space without exploding my eyes. My favorite times to be at the water are in the very early mornings, when the sun has just come up but the fog has yet to clear, dew dancing on the grass as a boot steps over it. The pups always join me on my little morning ritual to the water, coffee in a thermos, crazy creek always supportive. This morning I was particularly awed by how still everything is in the mornings. How the sound of birds and the slight float of water are the only sounds heard. Little ducklings race to keep up with their siblings and seals puff out of the water with their cute sleepy eyes. It is mind-boggling to me how a world that withstands such chaos and destruction can still hold this type of stillness. And perhaps because of the way the world moves these days, it seems that the stillness is even more sacred than it normally would be. But just the fact that it can still be found, quite often, I’ve discovered, is truly miraculous.