I woke up this morning thinking about repetition and how it can be a form of mindful meditation. Every morning I have the same routine. I go downstairs, take the dogs out into the backyard, flush out the fountain with fresh water and fill the cats water bowls. If it’s been dry I water the potted plants in the yard and the patio. I go inside, make coffee, feed the dogs, feed the cats, then sit down and read and/or write while I drink my coffee. I often turn the radio on to WWOZ and listen to their morning jazz set.

I haven’t thought about it until today but this routine is a comfort. It starts my day quietly and peacefully. Taking care of my pets who I love dearly and taking care of my plants that give me so much pleasure actually nourishes my mind and body. I’ve found since I’ve gotten older that I crave home and routine over excitement. I don’t feel a yearning for excitement like I did as a young woman. Some people might think I’ve “settled” and my life is boring. That’s ok. I don’t mind. This is my life and, for now, I’m happy in it.

“Our notions about happiness entrap us. We forget that they are just ideas. Our idea of happiness can prevent us from actually being happy. We fail to see the opportunity for joy that is right in front of us when we are caught in a belief that happiness should take a particular form.”
— Thich Nhat Hanh