Birdsong starts my day Windchimes tinkle like silver Tea kettle whistles Spoon clicks sides of mug Stirs coffee, cream and sugar Sighs of contentment
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
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That does sound like a moment of bliss.
It never fails if I have my coffee.
Mmmmm 🙂
Essentials of a well lived life, though mine is a cup of tea.
I think choice is another of the essentials of a good life.
Most certainly
🙂