More laughter and less furrowed brows.
More space for my breath in a forward fold, more ease.
More faces of old friends, in person, close up.
More letters when there’s more distance than we can travel.
More singing over the sink.
More stopping to really see the amazing morning light in the kitchen.
More candles just because.
More blessings than I can count already, more living into them.
joining, at least for today,
found via The Habit of Being