Black Spotted Roses

Dropping my keys on the kitchen counter, I paused to soak in the gift of silence. My morning carpool duty was complete, and now I could think clearly for the first time in two days.

I glanced at what Monday morning had in store for me. The dishes piled high in the sink. Evidence of the weekend carved a trail from the garage door, through the kitchen, all the way to the stairs. A cereal spill from breakfast remained. The chores undone laughed in my face.

I welcomed the blanket of silence and let it quiet the laughing chores. The chime of a text interrupted the stillness and I reached for the phone…..

I’m writing at in(courage) today. Would you join me there for the rest of today’s post?