Last night, my husband fell asleep before I went to bed. I was in another part of the house at the time. When I was finally tired, I went into our bedroom and realized not only was he not sleeping in there, but the bed was stripped down to the mattress. He had pulled all the sheets, blankets and pillows off during the day – we finally had something approximating spring-like weather and he loves to air out the linens on the back deck when the weather is nice.
It was late, I was tired and I was facing an unmade bed. Needless to say, I was not feeling as loving toward him as I possibly could at that moment.
So, I put my slippers back on and trudged out into the cold night to retrieve the linens. As I picked up the last of the pile, I stopped and looked at the field behind my house. The view took my breath away. The moon was bright and reflecting off the snow in the field, the trees were silhouetted shadows and all was calm.
It was gorgeous.
One of my favorite poems came to mind, written by a Japanese poet named Hokushi:
I hung the moon
branches of the pine.
There I stood, piled high with blankets and pillows, just breathing into the space of that night, thinking how lucky and blessed I truly was to be there in that moment. And all because my husband fell asleep early.
As songwriter Ken Block says, “It’s not your life, it’s how you look at your life.”
How are you looking at your life today?