Wrapped in Comfort

Enjoying  a mug of coffee up at the lake.  Sitting in lotus pose on the wicker chair outdoors.  A chill in this early morning air.  Afghan draped over my legs.  One my mother knit many years ago.  Something she loved to do.  Finding a welcoming home here after she died.  Beiges and browns.  Subtle zigzag pattern.  Practical.  Nothing flashy or showy at all.  Resting on the back of the sofa till needed.  Always ready to be pulled into service.  Offering warmth and comfort to all.  My mother's energy expressed in this treasured blanket.  Wrapped up in it, feeling that connection each and every time.