Daily
I adore poems that express the sacredness of the ordinary, a litany of dailiness, the things that nourish us and sustain us, yet we forget that each is gift, each is a sacrament offered as a glimpse of holiness rippling through the fabric of our days. Today I am grateful for a perfect cup of rose-scented tea upon waking, a long walk through my favorite city park, the dahlias that are beginning to bloom already, the feel of a cool shower on sticky skin warmed from summer sun, lunch and meaningful conversation with a good friend, a nap curled up with my sweet dog, and a