Living and life
For the moment there was contentment
In the morning my mind was cleared with a light. Thoughts that did come were orderly and took their proper place. The darkness was peaceful. I stepped out to look at the half moon and greeted it.
Last night I had my weekly chat with dad. He described the Passover get together with my sister and her family and grandchildren. The grandson read the four questions. Sounded pleasant. I did not resent being far away. A small skin surgery was healing on his arm and he was told to avoid the sun.
I asked him what the correct use of 'lives' versus 'lifes' was for the plural of life and he answered lives.
After a day of fasting my stomach had quieted and my sinuses too. A cup of tea with a little milk and honey warmed my insides. Classical music softly played in the background. The golden lamp lit up the dark, but not too much.
Earlier possible new writings structured themselves in my mind. Each phrase settled in its own slot. As the light hit my head the next step was becoming clear. It felt big and inclusive.
As I sipped my tea for the moment there was contentment.