Monday
A dreary Monday morning sitting quietly gazing out the window of a quiet room letting my mind drift in and out of focus on today’s tasks
The thoughts are churning with a mix as shallow as the wonder of the small bird gathering his morning breakfast to the depth of the decisions weighing on my heart and mind
Ironically I’m comforted by the silence and find that regardless of the depth or content of my thoughts they are equally weighted in importance to the answers sought
I lean back and embrace the feeling of comfort as I release my own expectations and let the heaviness wash away with the falling of the rain outside
Sometimes the right choice is to do nothing and have faith that in time things will be as they should. The best reaction if often no reaction which for me is the most difficult to do.
-LORA BUNCH