sunbeams.

Tis a sunny Sunday morning and I am sipping solo...a dark roast in the French press.  I am feeling thoughtful as contemplative music plays from my speakers.  Another toasted English muffin calls my name.

I love the promise of a new day...I envision spaces organized, gardens weeded, sheets washed, chapters written, bills paid, recipes created, miles jogged, canvases painted, and so on - all by noon.  Then I imagine thrifting and finding something fabulous that will make my house worthy of a Scandinavian design blog.

Instead, I moodle.  And, it is blissful nonetheless.

I read this earlier this morning.  I remember picking it up and Barnes and Noble a few years ago, left, and then couldn't remember the title for the life of me.  I must add it to my list.

Along with this book.  I love "even if you are victim, you must never be a victim" and "shame is the landfill of emotion.  It's not organic, like joy.  It was dumped there by someone else."  He talks about living a truthful life, "...you can be a very honest person and yet not be living a truthful life.  And not even realize it.  This matters because stripping away all the inaccuracies, misunderstandings, and untruths that surround you is exactly how you can overcome anything at all.  Truth is accuracy.  Without accuracy, you can't expect to manifest large, specific changes in your life.  It's not enough to believe something is true...this is not the truth you tell yourself in order to not rock the boat, or to smooth things over or keep everyone comfortable. The truth is humbling, terrifying, and often exhilarating.  It blows the doors off the hinges and fills the world with fresh air.  He goes on to say, "You know, sometimes just giving yourself permission to feel any emotion without judgment or censorship can lessen the intensity of those negative emotions.  Almost like you're letting them out into the backyard to run around and get rid of some of that energy..."

Part of my Sunday soundtrack this morning has included James Newton Howard.  How lovely is this one.

In case I have caused too much contemplation, I will leave you with this...

I laughed so hard yesterday, I couldn't stop...the driver side window in The Sat just broke a few days ago - stuck halfway up and halfway down.  I had forgotten and ran through the McDonald's drive-thru for an iced tea.

Here is Somer, paying and retrieving my tea from the back seat.

And now, time for another pot of coffee and English muffin.

Happy Sunday!