My tea, drenched in rose hips,
honey and lavender,
A chilly winter morning,
Moments of solitude
before the city awakens
to the ruckus of progress…
or some imitation of it.
I cherish this time,
My own progress,
learning to breathe,
to pause and be.
As the fingers of sunlight
stretch into a dreamy sky,
the steam rises from my cup,
a sigh of contentment from my soul,
whispers of gratitude from my heart.
7 thoughts on “Rose Hips, Lavender, and Sunlight”
This brought me chills of happy beauty and peace!
Aww, thank you- I am so glad. ❤️
What a warm, comforting, inspiring visual this cojures, as well as a feeling of being enveloped in the solace. Thank you for this. 💗
Thank you, Jan. ❤️
A wonderful reflection on starting the day! The first time I read it I read “whiskers” instead of “whispers” of gratitude from my heart! This was probably influenced by the wonderful photo of Shiva…
Thank you so much- I appreciate that. I kind of like “whiskers of gratitude” 😊 Shiva is definitely a muse for me.