I slept well and woke refreshed.
My cup of coffee was particularly delicious. As I poured from carafe to mug, I noticed how smooth it was, how the aroma wafted up to me.
My child and I enjoyed some bantering and conversation preparing for and driving to school.
It was a peaceful, quietly joyful morning.
These observations are worth noting and appreciating, because doing so reinforces them. This post is an antidote to the doomscrolling, the slightly tight and tense way I inhabit my body, the default position of general, low-level foreboding.
"Yes, and the luminous and shocking beauty of the
everyday is something I try to remain alert to, if only as an antidote
to the chronic cynicism and disenchantment that seems to surround
everything, these days. It tells me that, despite how debased or corrupt
we are told humanity is and how degraded the world has become, it just
keeps on being beautiful. It can't help it."
- Nick Cave and Seán O'Hagan
Faith, Hope and Carnage
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