My Sunday Home

coffee

A good book

The scent of morning coffee

Silence in my space, a peace I love and know

Meditation with my chest pulled back, reminding me to keep my heart fully open

Clarity of the heart in mindful simplicity

Expanding and contracting my soul, felt deeply in my bones

Breathing in to my core, settled in who and what I feel and know

The sound of the leaves rustling in the breeze and the early morning giggles of my little boy

Sitting in love on Sunday morning

The simple picture of my life and the seeds I have tenderly sown

~Alisa Hutton

September

bed

A quiet morning, my hearts adoration

Waking up without rush or noise

Lazily stretching and able to hear only that which speaks to my soul

In bend and cover I had borrowed time months ago, knowing life’s clutter would run its eventual course

September assuring space where I would once again feel whole

Knowing the season to come would bring me back to the place I love and know

In perfect silence all that spoke was my breathing and stillness in my core

September arrived, such beauty in coming home

Bitter sweet, the quiet sprinkled a sadness

Without you beside me, deeply breathing in the peace of a new morning

How my heart wished in that moment it could have been shared and known

~Alisa Hutton