I just need to sit in my favorite spot (or in any spot for that matter), and listen to the sound of my heart... letting the movement of life settle down and the colors return to the things and people around me.
Most of the time, I'll chose to knit... or strum on my guitar... just letting my heart return to that shape that makes me who I am. I may take in the wild-life at our home on the mountain, watching the birds share seed with chipmunks and squirrels.
Or enjoy a rare sighting of a wild brown bear.
I look out over the meadow, breathe in the cool fresh air, and I feel restoration of my body and soul. As I take in the wonder of it all, it never fails to amaze me what our creator can grow out of the hardest of things.
For surely, if he can do that... the seemingly scattered and troublesome details of my life must be a breeze in comparison. Feeling refreshed, I fully receive a heart-full of gratitude in my soul for the blessings of my life.
And send off a breath of wishes about tomorrow.