Winter morning light,
poured in through the kitchen window
illuminating the breakfast table.
Like a prayer, unspoken but heard.
The objects took on meaning,
Silently singing straight to my soul.
Your bread and butter is here, right here.
No need to search further.
Nourishing, wholesome, peaceful, family, obtainable...
Though my thoughts were my own,
My husband without knowing the significance of the moment,
The light flooded the space in between.
I love when something so simple,
without fanfare, or knowledge,
softly comes with a deeper meaning, than what is at hand.
It is in these moments that healing comes, knowing comes,
love is evident,
Bread and butter.
I grabbed my camera,
captured the moment.
French Husband looked around to see what was I photographing.
A friend of ours was with us asked, "What does she see?"
French Husband, shrugged, buttered his bread, looked at me then smiled.
Did he know?
What is your bread and butter today?