Journey to Authenticity

Oh my...

...I seem to have reached my goal's halfway point.

On this night

On this night the house is quiet.

Nathan sleeps. Mark won't be home for hours.

The furnace runs and runs, fighting with the freezing temperature. I snuggle deeper into my purple flannel robe, a warm cat breathing beside me. Chamomile tea and evergreen candles scent the air. A faint tinkling is heard, the wind making music with the fairy chimes. 

Valentine cards are waiting to be made. A letter is long overdue. The stack of books on the table draws attention. My body tenses.

But the cat senses my anxiety and wakes. She looks at me with her bewitching green eyes, yawns, stretches, and then settles herself back into an even more comfortable position. I take a deep breath and look into the candle flame.

Yes. 

On this night I will simply be.