Soft rain on a tin roof
Thunder gently rolling in the distance
Warm mug filled with steaming hot tea made just the way you like it
Oversized sweater hugging you like a cozy plush quilt
Comfy cream colored recliner beneath you
Faux fur throw blanket over your lap
Book in your hands
It's your favorite guilty pleasure novel that you can't get enough of
You look up from your book to take in the view in front of you
Glass wall overlooking a breathtaking cornicopia of colors
Some trees are forever green, others are changing
Red, yellow, orange, all different shades, slowly departing their branches as time passes and fluttering to the ground like monarch butterflies.
All is quiet, all is calm
Tranquility becomes you
You have nowhere to be
You have no obligations, no deadlines, no emails or phone calls to worry over
You are just existing in the peaceful, beautiful moment
You are content with yourself
There is nothing missing from your life
You are full of love and warmth
You accept yourslf as you are just as you accept the nature outside of your glass wall in all of its beautiful flaws
Just as you see the trees in all of their glorious colors, you know that the leaves must be shed in order to grow anew come spring
You take comfort in this knowledge of rebirth while you bask in the beauty of now
You take a sip of your tea and it warms your body from the inside out
You breathe in deeply and exhale
You take in the beautiful view and smile
In this moment of peace and repose
This is where you are meant to be.
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It Only Took One Minute.......
It only took a minute. I was sitting at the computer in my office when the phone rang. I picked up the receiver and then laid it down my desk as I went to find the student who the call was for. Within seconds I was back at my desk, ready to resume typing, when I heard the student yelling obscenities at me for listening in to his call through the handset that was still lying on the desk. Sick and tired of the lies he was spewing, I was up running down the hall, ready to kill him. By the time I reached him, I had calmed enough not to hurt him, but as I turned back towards my room, I knew that I couldn’t go on like this any longer. The decision was clear. I had to leave.
By Gail Wylie6 days ago in Motivation
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Very close to home for me... Now, keep writing...and stay out of my head! ;)