it wasn’t just because of the font. i’m sure he poured my coffee in this mug because i am anything BUT calm. perhaps he was hoping for the power of suggestion working on me.
i wish i could write something heartening about calm. i wish i could wax poetic about sitting on a rock next to a cool mountain stream or in an adirondack chair on the back deck. i wish i could write about the hush of rain or the tranquility of a sunrise. i wish i could narrate moments of sustained serenity – meditative and centered. i wish i could chronicle days of relaxation and a giving-over of worry and stress. i wish i could report on ease of mind and a stillness of spirit. i wish i could relate stories of soul-replenishing time shared with loved ones. i wish i could recount adventures and goings-out without anxiety. i wish i could write of a quiet, peaceful heart.
but right now, i can’t. calm is elusive these days.