Nourishing Mind, Body, and Soul Through Simple Joys…

My ideal day begins gently. No bells or whistles, usually the stirring of my mutts begins the awakening…  I rise naturally, as though my mind and soul have quietly agreed it is time to greet the morning. I stretch slowly, savoring the sensation as light filters softly through the curtains. My faithful companion Jetson, ever attentive, stretches beside me, a small moment of connection before the day truly begins.

I head to the bathroom, splashing my face first with cold water to shake off sleep, then allowing the warmth to chase away any lingering drowsiness. I dress in comfortable home clothes, feeling softness and warmth, ready for whatever awaits.

Making my way down the hall to the kitchen, I prepare my morning coffee, a cherished ritual. While it brews, I gaze out the window at the woods, watching either sunrise or the gentle glow of the new day depending on the hour. The world is quiet here at the end of my dirt road and brimming with possibility.

With my coffee in hand, I settle into my “Queen chair,” the heart of my morning routine. Here, I nourish both body and soul… sipping coffee, praying, and reading my devotions. Jetson snuggles close, and I look for redbirds and sparrows visiting the feeder outside my window. It’s a time to quiet my mind, listen to my heart, and wait for the words and inspiration to arrive. Sometimes I write, sometimes I read, guided by the soft rhythm of this sacred morning time.

When the sun is fully risen and the coffee has worked its magic, I step outside for a walkabout across the acres. I greet the day with gratitude, petting and playing with Jetson, tending to the plants that adorn my porch. These simple acts—connecting with nature and caring for my home—bring me joy and contentment.

Returning inside, I may write some more or read for a while, pausing periodically to take care of small chores that help keep my world running smoothly. Each task is a part of the gentle flow of the day, grounding me in the present.

After lunch and chores, I reward myself with the comfort of an old movie or an escape into a world inside the pages of a book. The familiar stories and characters provide both relaxation and nostalgia, a soothing balm for the afternoon. Maybe I write, words tend to come when they choose. The hours pass quietly, filled with simple pleasures and gentle routines.

As evening descends, I cook myself dinner, eat, and then clean up. With the day’s work behind me, I settle once again into quiet solitude, listening to the world around me—sounds of the night, the hush of dusk settling over the land. I moon gaze too, love the sight of the stars and moon as they glow and shine through the trees.

When the time feels right, I make my way to bed, often reading my Bible, always seeking peace and comfort. I close the day as I began: in prayer, letting gratitude fill my heart and letting the sounds of the night lull me to sleep.

My ideal day is not extravagant; it is rooted in the ordinary beauty of living, seeing, and feeling. Each moment is a chance to feed my mind, body, and soul. Surrounded by the energy of God and the peace of my home, I find restoration, meaning, and joy. It is in these quiet rhythms that I am truly alive.