Posted to FaceBook Feb. 15th
A week ago my husband cooked up a lunch for us. Because of our work schedules, we rarely do this, which made it special. I was still in my PJs and housecoat after a very fulfilling morning in my office. The sun was pouring into our dinning room where we sat discussing a book I was currently reading. As we dined I filled with immense appreciation for that moment, and the words gently whispered in my head, "this is enough."
I know that the word 'enough' is often used in the context that something is 'meagerly sufficient to get by.' However, I am using it to mean that 'nothing needs to be different for me to feel like my cup 'runneth' over.'
That experience of lunch being enough, did not mean that I didn't ever want to move on from the lunch, or get out of my PJs, or discuss a different topic. It didn't mean that joy is always about having someone to cook for me, or having the sun shining. It meant that in that moment I was allowing myself to fully appreciate this combination of experiences, I was fully recognizing its beauty. I was not in the future, or the past, I was not feeling like I should be rushing, or doing something more. I was completely at peace, and enjoying, the way that moment was -- that moment was soooo enough!
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