We forget the wonder in normal. The sense of security it can bring, and the evenness of feeling. Having a day like any other day gets taken for granted.
That is wrong.
There is beauty in calm and it deserves our attention.
Yesterday was just such a day.
We slept in until about 7:30 a.m which is normal for a weekend.
The day was overcast with a gentle snowfall. I put on a pot of stew and baked some cookies.
In the afternoon I wrote a few Christmas cards while the stew murmurred behind me and my husband did his woodcarving downstairs.
It was a simple day devoted to normal activities and simple pleasures. It was quiet and calm, as most days are for me.
But yesterday was different in that it drew my attention and I felt it on a level I rarely notice. For this reminder I am grateful.
It was a calm, normal day, and it was wonderful.
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