I rolled over once again and straightened the cuddly sheets and velvety comforter. With an exasperated huff, I opened my eyes. On this chilly December morning, sleep was not to be had – at least not by me. I sat up and unenthusiastically slid my legs over the side of the bed. My feet dropped to the floor and searched the immediate area for my fuzzy gray slippers. I slid my right foot along raising and lowering my toes. Nothing. I repeated the action with my left foot. Still nothing. Becoming slightly frustrated, I stretched both feet as far as I could without getting out of bed. My toes grazed something soft and squishy. Finally! I slipped my feet inside the cozy footwear and smiled. Little white stars whimsically adorn my slippers. Such a simple thing, but these little stars make me tremendously happy. They remind me to be a little more playful – to take myself a little less seriously. They are often a surprising source of comfort.
I walked over to Zoe and tickled her ears. She opened her eyes and wagged her tail. “Good morning, sweetie,” I whispered. “Shall we go get some tea?” She gracefully stood and stretched her fluffy little form. I slowly made my way to the kitchen, touching switches along the way and bringing the rooms to life. The Tiffany lamps cast a serene amber glow, the candles flickered and flirted with the remaining darkness, and the flames in the fireplace danced merrily between the logs. The lights on the Christmas tree twinkled, and the soft music added to the ambiance. As I walked along, Zoe followed, familiar with the routine. When I approached the stove, we parted ways. She sought the comfort of the warm fireplace, and I reached for my beloved tea kettle.
I filled the smooth container and waited for the water to boil. I heard the pressure build as the temperature increased and steam daintily teased the whistle. I waited for the barely perceptible chirp to transform to a powerful squeal. With a quick flick of the wrist, I reduced the flame, reached for the kettle, and began to pour the boiling water over the blend of special spices. This immediately gave rise to a sumptuous aroma. I breathed in deeply and carefully considered my surroundings. My attention was captured by three words made of decorative metal and affixed on the far wall. Grateful. Thankful. Blessed. My heart swelled. Throughout this very challenging year, examples of these three words have been ever present. Memories filled my mind of grace extended, kind words spoken, and heartfelt gestures expressed. It is often during the difficult times that I notice these things the most.
I gingerly picked up the steaming mug, silently crossed the room, and carefully moved past Zoe to the oversized chair by the fireplace. I sipped my tea, absorbed the tranquil scene, and made a mental note to remember this moment. Such simple things, but such tremendous sources of comfort.
As we begin this new year, I hope you will be able to find comfort in the ordinary as you enjoy the simple things. Take the time to appreciate the beauty, surround yourself with people and things that feed your soul, and live your life with intention, love, and peace.