making choices

i watched the curtain blow into our bedroom with the storming wind.

henry yowled me out of bed, looking for his stinky breakfast.

i pulled up our sheets, softened by age, and smoothed the bedspread.

my familiar english breakfast tea brewed 

while I spooned yogurt into my bowl.

i am noticing and appreciating things this morning.

because our world is still here.

broken and bruised,

but still full of everyday moments and possibilities.

and i am choosing hope and love...today and everyday.

because it helps.