We break through a layer of clouds about 2,000 feet above the ground. Rain streaks across windows. Alternate flashing landing lights strobe the sky. Southwest flight 2585 kisses the ground on two center at exactly 8:45 pm. Our trip home is a brief lyft from being done.
I throw the bold open on our security door and push open our front door to smell home. Home smells of incense and amazing food. We've had a guest the past week. She oversaw the goings on here at Halcyon House during our trip. She has been cooking.
Kim tosses clothes in the washer. I make a quick trip to Kroger to gather up a few supplies. We collect ourselves at the kitchen counter for a lovely meal of cabbage and tofu. Jaz recounts the week's events. I eat, in a bit of a haze.
I take a few minutes to wash dishes. I hop in the shower. I say my goodnights and head for the bedroom. I pull covers back and get myself situated. It's been a long day of travel. I'm happy to be home. Kim gets in bed and we drift off to another world.
I wake up at exactly 4:30 am. I'm rested. I'm comfortable. I'm happy.
I muster. I shower. I write thank you notes. I get into the day.
After five days of chill travel and yoga, I'm ready to get some work done. This week is already starting to look like a good one. I'm grateful for my clients. I'm grateful for the chance to help.
I've been thinking a lot about gratitude the past few days. The list of things for which I'm grateful is long and winding. From the amazing yogis I've met to the work I get to do. From my partner and personal life to my team and work life, I have a lot to be grateful for. I'm particularly grateful for being home, if even for just a few hours.