Under an Azure Sky

I held a hot mug of fragrant mint tea and sat back on the patio swing, looking out at the azure sky and green treetops, and smelling the lingering scents of jasmine from my neighbor’s garden. I had just walked home from dropping my boy at school, my husband was at the office, and I decided to take a little break before returning upstairs to my office and my day’s work. But just for a minute, I’d sit here, sipping tea, gently rocking, and staring at the sky.

And it felt good.

In that moment, my life was whole, perfect, and complete. I had a list of to-dos, a series of things that worried me, shoulds and oughts stockpiled in the corners of my mind. But so what? I had tea and a swing and the sky.

It was perfect.

It’s kind of like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. It’s savory and sweet, soft and crunchy, filled with flavor and yet mellow on the tongue. It tastes good and it satisfies. It makes me happy. And really, it doesn’t have to be any more complex than that.

The truth is, I’m done with complex. I’m putting it down, stepping aside, and closing the door. Life is pretty simple if I let it be.

And I’m going to let it be.