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July 23, 2017

Cynthia Berg
Jul 28, 2017 · 1 min read

I don’t think of divine as a being or deity, but a quality of sweetness, preciousness, meant-to-be-ness.

Precious little blue juniper berries.
Sweet lost bottle cap sent to tell me to Mello.
Precious ray of morning sun streaming exactly between the window shades into my sleepy eye.
Sweet smell of bergamot clinging to my towel from yesterday’s bath.
Precious last bit of jam to spread on my toast.
Sweet sound of the jingle bell toy rolling across the hard wood floor.

Precious time. Sweet exhale. Precious stillness.
Sweet contented crossing of feet on the coffee table.

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Coach & creator of Insight Writing® at www.ofinkandinsight.com & editor of www.medium.com/memento-writing, writes about writing, healing & discovery at midlife

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