Morning Stories: The present moment

Little shifts, tea and reading

I’m looking over the English hills from my bed. The morning is slow as the whole day will be too. Nothing about this holiday is as I was expecting it. And I don’t mean the physical place we’re at, but the place I’m at in my head. I can feel small shifts happening, but I can’t catch them yet. Maybe they’re too small, or maybe just not ready to be in the full view of my mind.

It’s fine, there is still time, but I really thought I would be busy thinking about and planning how I want my days to look like after my holiday. I thought I would be writing a lot, journaling about everything that’s happening in my head. But my days are filled with reading and staring at the world around me. There’s no big thinking, no notebook filled with words and ideas. The only big decisions I’m making are about tea and the choice of reading material.

Maybe this is exactly what I need for now, to make space for everything I hope to happen yet.

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