When I wake up to a clean sink, I feel its fullness.<\/p>\n
A quick phone call on the way home from work, “Did you eat?”<\/p>\n
My daughter’s knock and muffled offering, “I made soup, There’s plenty.”<\/p>\n
The last one out the studio door, “Thank you. I can’t tell you how I needed that.”<\/p>\n
A Starbucks gift card at semester’s end with a note, “I learned so much from you.”<\/p>\n
Taking a time out during the busy day to close my eyes, breathe and chant.<\/p>\n
Asking for advice from my mentor, “Who is my client avatar? What can I offer?”<\/p>\n
She says, “You are deeply humble, non-judgmental and compassionate.”<\/p>\n
He always emails a good morning with a wish for a wonderful day–every day–<\/p>\n
and he says he digs my hair, a hodgepodge of incoming gray and outgoing brown.<\/p>\n
She winks from afar, a giggle on Instagram, a blue, violet, yellow, or blue heart.<\/p>\n
My 9 year old great niece’s FaceTime every week, just because.<\/p>\n
My sister’s generous gifts, her texts and memes of beautiful, powerful women,<\/p>\n
saying, “These remind me of you and your daughters.”<\/p>\n
My other sister’s cakes, soft voice, and tears, she never forgets to say the words.<\/p>\n
Like the senile song on repeat he is, my father intones, “I’m so lucky to be with this family.”<\/p>\n
My brother’s responsibility, a loan when I was down and out; it’s his way.<\/p>\n
The wag of the tail, the light stroke on the cheek, the giant grin, fist bump, and kiss.<\/p>\n
This is where I live–in the house of the heart–cracked, shattered, scored, and <3’d.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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