My Cat

As I write this morning, my cat, Shayna, is at my feet. My heart swells with love for this furry little creature who has shared our home with my husband and me for the past 15 or so years, but I resist reaching down to pet her.

Morning

I love mornings.  My spirit is calmed by the quiet; my heart, ignited by the potential.

Breathing

As I set off for another busy day, I take a moment to breathe.  Breathing is most underrated.  We’re so used to doing it, we usually give it little to no thought. 

Celebrate!

A news item came on the local channel this morning reminding listeners to toss the tree and pack away the rest of the holiday decorations.  I know I need to do that, but it makes me kind of sad.

On a Cold Morning

Whenever the temperature falls to the single digits as it has this morning, my thoughts turn to the homeless.  How awful it is to be without a roof over your head, a bed to stretch out in, food in your belly!

The Power of Love

Yesterday was one of those days when I did not have a moment to sit down, reflect and write.  Even so, it was a most beautiful day.

Once a month I play at a very busy cancer center.  Those in charge have me play an hour in the waiting room and another hour in the infusion rooms.  There must have been 60 or more patients and support people awaiting treatment yesterday when I arrived.  Fear and anxiety and sadness hung heavy in the air.  Staff scurried about.  I took a breath and began to play, sending out love with every note.  Within minutes the atmosphere cleared—people were smiling and even humming along.  Shoulders relaxed, people took deep, cleansing breaths, staff slowed down and now glided from room to room.