refusing to wish for something different

my mornings are always filled with small sacred moments of awareness.  i set aside hurry, pulling, wishing for different.  

i take my walks in small steps.  i linger over my meals, like they were the best.  hmmm, come to think of it, they are the best.  bwahahaha!  

when i get to hold my books with pages, my mugs with steam, and the hands that know my secrets, i savour each and every morsel of memory it creates, and brings.

my evenings are set down to rid me of comparison, regret, revenge and all my defensive explanations.

and when the night falls in, like a blanket of patchwork dreams, i settle in, right where i am,  refusing to wish for something different.

i am right where i should be. . . thank you.