A Moment of Gratitude: Quiet Mornings
Sun rising over the nearby fields and orchards
There are eleven of us right now at a farmhouse in Puglia: Theresa, the kids, and I, Mom, Uncle Billy (Theresa’s brother), and our neighbors Erin and Cole. It’s glorious chaos pretty much all the time, with groups of us always playing cards, running errands, cooking, playing backgammon, playing tag, swimming in the ice-cold pool, doing yoga or “card workouts,” and various other things.
I have been waking up early most mornings and sneaking into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee I take up to the balcony off the hallway of the main building. I have been putting a pillow on the low wall and sitting with my back to one of the supporting pillows to watch the sun ripple across the fields and the clouds roll past.
As we go, I am holding on to the things I want to bring back with me – quiet morning moments definitely being one.
There are not quiet moments.
