sweeping grace

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the autumn breeze gently blows my hair. i contentedly brush it out of my face.

i make the broom go swish, swish as i feel the tiny sand particles dance over my bare feet. the sun shines gloriously as the still morning lazily makes it's way to a new day.

the birds sing their song unanimously. the leaves make their music in the trees as the wind whooshes through them. the world is alive and so am i.

i am amazed at the pile of boots, flip-flops, sandals and tennis shoes that make their home on our porch. as i unpile them from the nearby porch chair after sweeping, i neatly line them up in rows-two deep by the green porch door. my amazement comes from the small fact that i forget how blessed we are just by how many shoes we have. so many that we could wear a different pair every day of the week, and still possibly have a pair or two left over.

joy is rising. i feel it bubbling inside me. it's ready to burst.

the cat sleeps contentedly in yet another porch chair as i continue to sweep. i pause, gracing her silky soft fur against my fingertips. she continues to lay sprawled across the chair, not a care in the world.

my cares are also being blown away, just as the wind carries the fall leaves from the trees to make their rest in the yard. with each swish, swish of the broom, they are swept farther and farther until i don't see one speck of dirt or care in my life anymore. what a glorious gift of this life.