Counting to fifty

July 11, 2011

My husband and kids.

Family present and past.

Messy photos and memories.

And childhood smells.

Beach walks and driftwood.

The feeling of home.

Wood-oven baked pizza.

And a candle lit porch.

Cadbury’s chocolate.

Chai tea in winter.

Home-grown herbs.

And bubbling soup.

Pansies and roses.

Sweet peas. Frangipanis.

The white scent of jasmine.

And grapes on the vine.

Sunrise and sunset.

Rain on the rooftop.

A breeze from the ocean.

And sleeping outside.

The minute that dusk.

Turns into dark.

Crunching fresh snow.

And walking barefoot.

Nighttime driving.

With windows open.

Jewish holidays.

And birthday mornings.

Reading great blogs.

Tidy drawers.

An uncluttered house.

And a job well done.

Family meals round the table.

Watching movies.

Unlimited hugs.

And a cat on my lap.

Meditation in silence.

Old reggae music.

A Jack Johnson album.

And a well-loved book.

Lazy vacations.

Outdoor markets.

Summer fruit.

And ice cold drinks.

Cold showers on hot days.

Meeting old friends.

Kids laughing together.

And smiles at work.

A  tended garden.

White beach houses.

Walks in nature.

And waterfalls.

A chilled white wine.

A warming red.

Meandering road trips.

And an empty weekend.

A quiet morning.

A cup of coffee.

Letting go.

And inner calm.


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