Grateful for “The Everyday Things”

I am grateful

for the everyday things—

the ones that slip in softly,

unannounced,

but steady as breath.

For the morning light

that spills across my floor,

reminding me that beginnings

are still possible.

For warm cups held

between tired hands,

little pockets of comfort

that say,

“You made it to another day.”

For the hum of ordinary moments—

the kettle singing,

the door clicking shut,

the familiar rhythm

of a life that keeps unfolding.

For laughter that arrives

without explanation,

for smiles exchanged

with people I may never meet again,

yet somehow needed

in that very moment.

For the softness of a blanket,

the firmness of the ground,

the way my body remembers

how to keep me alive

even when I forget to notice.

For the breath—

this simple, sacred breath—

that keeps returning

whether I pay attention to it or not.

For the sky in all its moods,

teaching me that beauty

doesn’t need to be perfect

to be profound.

For the quiet evenings,

when the world settles

and I feel,

just for a heartbeat,

at peace.

I am grateful

for all of it—

the loud blessings,

the subtle ones,

the ones that grew me,

the ones that held me,

the ones I nearly missed.

Because life is not only made

of grand moments—

but of ordinary miracles

stacked gently

on top of one another,

carrying me

softly through each day.