open up | day 19

what feels ordinary about today?

i’m sitting in my apartment on a sunday at 11:20 in the morning.

the bay windows letting in the sun, casting a soft glow into the studio i call home.

i have norah jones playing, and i just made a cappuccino.

the fragrance of ground coffee fills the air

as i sit down to write, carving out a moment of stillness and presence.

it’s an ordinary sunday morning in many ways;

i’ve spent many sunday mornings this way, and in nearly every way,

this is my perfectly ordinary sunday.

yet if you think about it again,

nothing about this is ordinary.