I’m waking up this morning in the beautiful Ozarks. The sun is shining brightly around a smattering of fog hugging the lake and the hillsides. The birds are happily singing their springtime tunes. The foliage is just beginning to put on the slightest tinge of green.
It is so quiet (except for the fishing boats I hear speeding along the lake to get to the favored honey hole). It is so peaceful. All seems to be in harmony.
I’ve been sitting here thinking about my life…my marriage…my family…my work…my faith.
Weekending takes one away from the normal humdrum, routine, and stresses of life. It helps the mind release. It helps the body relax. It restores. It rejuvenates. It reharmonizes. Or…it can, if we let it.
It will, if I let it
I know what matters. Most importantly, I know who matters.
I still believe there is hope for a beautiful life to be discovered within the cocoon.
So I choose to indulge in all the positive around me, and let the negative die the death of neglect.
The coffee’s not bad, either.