I have a very established routine in the morning.
My husband rises early, feeds and walks the dog, and makes the coffee while I’m still trying to convince myself to open my eyes to think about starting my day. Eventually I venture downstairs, pour my coffee, and settle into the couch with my friends from Good Morning America, hoping said husband doesn’t try to talk to me until that cup of coffee is gone.
It’s a rare occurrence when I’m up early enough to have already walked the dog by the time the sun has crested the tree line near my home but that’s exactly what happened this past week when my dog-walker/coffee-maker was gone on a business trip.
This was my reward as I headed back down the driveway with Xav.
I’ve been organizing my digital life this past week and I’ve discovered I often pause at the top of staircases to appreciate the visual patterns they create. These were the images I still had on my computer from the past year, taken in places as various as a museum in DC, a hotel in Paris, a monument in Belgium, a pulpit in Switzerland and the stairs in my last home in Louisiana.
In a much different interpretation I give you the flagpole that stands on the parade grounds across from my current home in Nebraska. On top of it flies the flag that represents our freedom, our values, and every single life given in its defense. My eyes travel to the top of this flagpole dozens of times a day and every single time my heart soars and I’m reminded to be thankful.