• Inspiration

    Blueberry Buckle: It’s What’s For Breakfast

    I heard his cries right on time, 6:30 am. when my sweet Smudge greets the day. We have had the same morning routine for months. Smudge, Roscoe, the cats and I sit on my lanai and listen to the birds sing while the sun rises. Usually, it’s all I need to begin my day filled with a sense of peace. One morning, I heard Smudge’s calls and felt it. Frustration. I woke with thoughts of all I hadn’t accomplished. I wanted to go back to sleep. Before my feet hit the floor, my mind filled with darkness. Then came the guilt which spoke to me of how blessed my life…