Snow outside my window Jan 2015

There is a light blanket of snow on the ground.  Earlier the sunshine was sparkling off the snow and making the world bright in a little kid sort of way:  It was the perfect atmosphere for sledding and playing in the snow.  now the sky is gray and almost has a promise of more snow.

I am inside with an electric throw over my lap.  My legs and feet are cozy, toasty warm.  The sunlamp is also on beside me to help keep the winter blah at bay (they really work), and my dogs are curled around me here and there.  I am content.  I am in a zen moment of peace and happiness.  Later on the house will fill with friends, laughter, and role-playing geekery.  Even though I am looking forward to “later”, I am genuinely enjoying the Now.

These moments of zen – enjoying every ounce of a moment by being in the moment when everything is in alignment – are moments I genuinely look forward to, even though they don’t happen as often as I would like.  The daily grind always interrupts meditations and prayers in one form or another, but today, this moment, there is peace on the inside and the outside: the world directly outside my body, in my home.  It is these moments that refill, recharge the creative batteries for me.

Working on the novel come Monday – unless I can slip in a few minutes tomorrow after prayers – is something I am looking forward to now.  My soul, spirit has taken a rejuvenating deep breath; the shoulders have lowered, and I can look ahead without too many clouds or “blurry” patches for what I want and need to accomplish in the writing world as well as in the plain old, normal housewife world.

I am sure (hopeful at the very least) you have moments like this, too.  What do you call them?  How long do they last for you?  Mine is never as long as I would like it to be.