enchantment of dilly-dally

living into rhythmic circles of being

The first thing I notice each morning while unfolding from dreamscape into awake consciousness is a loose, circular drifting of gratitude.

Thank you, toes. Thank you, sky. Thank you, breath. Thank you, home. Thank you, stomach. Thank you, warm. Thank you, laughter. Thank you, spinach. Thank you, fluffy cat. Thank you, dreams. Thank you, yellow. Thank you…