2011 has begun. I'm sitting at the kitchen table looking out the window as the new year's drizzle washes away the blizzard mounds in the driveway along with all of last year's challenges and negative energies. As I sip my coffee (french-pressed discount 8 O'Clock beans, not Maxwell House) and listen to Soundscapes' instrumental Winter Child, I sit in front of my laptop in simple gratitude for what has been and what is to come.
Many times this holiday season, my eyes have welled up, usually in the car -- overcome by memories of celebrations past with my dad, without my dad and festivities to come . . . without my dad. They are passing moments, not more than a minute or two. They are also very present moments as I take pause and breathe in all that is and all whom I experience now in my life.
Whenever those Maxwell House moments catch me off guard, I've actually stumbled upon life's treasures.