October 16, 2010
I live in the present moment. (I try, most of the time I succeed these days). I awoke at 6:30. The stars were still visible. Roosters crowed before the crack of dawn. Habibi stayed curled up beside me preferring not to move and risk the cold. I took my arms from the warmth of the down comforter and stretched. I snuggled back under. Too cold. Not moving, I thought. I looked over at the flowers I bought at the market yesterday. Detail was not visible in the still dusky dawn. The smell of tuber roses lingered in the air. I took a deep breath through my nose, appreciating, enjoying, wondering. Flowers make my heart sing. Their presence cheers me. It calms me. It settles me. They change the energy in a room. I'm not so near to a source of flowers as I was in Centro. I used to have a bouquet every week. I must see what I can do about that. I miss them.