Beautiful things

It is important that we count them. Even if there is a stranger lurking on your porch at 7 am. Even if your car won’t start. Even after your bank card is mysteriously disconnected from your account. You count them anyway.

The floor will stretch your belly and the hip. Count that.

Free run shoes have a sock entry and a feel that is more foot than foam. Count that.

The French press is a constant companion. Always so willing. Count that.

A good heart. Be thankful for the good and the healthy. A sick heart that is good? Count those too.

New locks and clean floors. All the things still needing replaced. The tropical blooms and art work left behind. Count those.

The work we put in. The 12 days until graduation. The network of angels watching over. Not judging. The tears of defeat and the joy of letting go of everything that has been etched in your skin destroying you from the surface in. Count all this as you wash yourself clean.

All things start here.. be it natural or magickal, all things starts here. Start with the beautiful things. The moments are building. free is beautiful. I call you free

Art credit: A Dear Visitor — One Last Visit (Ein lieber Besuch — Ein letzter Besuch), 1894 by Max Kurzweil (Austrian, 1867–1916)