pausing on a snowy morning

[athenagrey]

 I see heavy flakes of snow falling
I hear the stillness of a holiday morning
I smell spiced tea
I touch my china mug and warm my hands
I taste cinnamon, orange and black tea
I know peace

Take time to savor the moment, just for a few breaths. Does it make your senses more acute? What surrounds you and touches your senses?

Moments like these are both ordinary and sacred. This is indeed the path of the Goddess.

Comments

[seaivy.livejournal.com]

Lovely tribute to a snowy morning.
You invoke it beautifully.

Here it is just a grey morning.
I see the water splashing gently on the wet rocks. Tide is going out.
I hear the radio babbling - a program about the OSS in WW2 - The author of a book on Wild Bill Donavan.
I can still smell the coconut of the cream I used on my hands.
I taste the granola from breakfast and the green tea.
My feet are cool but not cold. I probably should have socks on but I've painted my toe nails blue and I am admiring them. lol

Blessings

[readthisandweep.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm... Lovely...

I see... twilight whispering at the edge of the day
Hear... a solitary blackbird in the maple tree
Smell... tiny pink carnations
Touch... the cat's soft fur as she trails against my ankle ~ 'tis tea time...
Taste... peppermint tea
Know... the way home across the mountain where I saw dozens & dozens of red kites scattered across the sky

Like... very much, your icon... & sometimes over-indulging in ellipsis...

Blessings