What if I started to see how perfect it all is instead of always, always, wishing for something a little different.

Thank you thank you thank you beautiful, sharp, warm life. Thank you for this moment. I am alone in the house. Baba Muktanada on the record player. I am sitting cross-legged on the couch with a full cup of coffee and Bello next to me with his head slightly tilted and deep in sleep. My body is neither hungry nor full and my heart is still, content. In a bit I will walk in the country before joining friends for food and drink. And tonight I will fall asleep in the arms of a dear and decent man. Thank you warm life.