Calf cramps. Monkeys. Chickens. Silence.
A calf cramp woke me. Right in the middle of the back of my calf. The same cramp I had as a kid. Over and over again. And my dad would massage my calves with rubbing alcohol. The cramp last night brought back the memory. It made me feel very loved when I was little.
Then I awoke to the sound of monkeys. Or so I thought. Sounded very jungle-y. Then I remembered where I lived and the chickens. Dawn chatter of the creatures.
Then I awoke again to utter silence. And the thought that I go to Hawai’i tomorrow.
A busy night. Lots of dreams and sounds and images.
I am awake, up and ready for the day of preparing and packing for my trip.
I am a grateful woman.
I’m grateful for new business. Old friends. Sunshine and a beautiful November day. And a beautiful night with a gorgeous quarter waxing moon big in the sky.
I’m grateful for two meetings yesterday (stocking up!) and a visit with dad in the hospital.
I am blessed and I’m grateful to know it.
Enjoying life less in retrospect, more in the moment. That’s a gift.