This afternoon, tired from battling traffic earlier in the day all the way across Singapore, I decided to cancel my dinner appointment with a friend in town to stay home and rest. The moment I had messaged my friend to cancel, I felt a deep gratitude settle in my heart. I had taken care of my inner child, and she was grateful.
A nap, quiet, simple dinner and a couple of hours reading about the contemplative monastic life later, I am filled with peace. (Gregorian chants are resounding through my newly empty home as I type this – my cousin has gone back to KL today after staying with us for two months, and Henry is still at work.)
Are not life’s beautiful moments made up of simple and little things? Like solitude, and rest, and time to listen to the movements of our own hearts. I am grateful for this today. Grateful for this simple gift that God has given me, and which I had managed to receive and enjoy.
Listening to – Benedicta: Marian Chant from Norcia
Reading – The Ear of the Heart: An Actress’ Journey from Hollywood to Holy Vows
Categories: Everyday Thots