My day roams lazily among auspicious things. The wet grass, waiting expectantly for me to walk across the yard. The swirling gold fish in the pond waiting and then rising to be fed. The rumbling chatter of railroad cars traveling nearly a mile away. The stealthy light of morning sun creeping into the empty street below my window.
I love the auspicious soft touch of carpet on the floor that strokes my feet as I move from room to room. The surface of the cold hard granite that absorbs my attention as I approach the sink.
I meet auspicious elements of my kitchen. The kettle that shrieks for attention when it is prepared to become tea. The rolled newspaper on my front steps reminds me there are many others to be aware of. A friend walks up the steps to my back deck, proffering a soft smiled greeting. The chickadees in the bushes tend to the impatient demands of their young. I travel to the garden of a friend to water it in her absence. I step into a wildflower garden, a cacophony of cool green and a well traveled path, sometimes alone, sometimes not.
There is food in my kitchen, promising nourishment and a time to be mindful, experience joy. The stairs auspiciously challenge me to rise to another level in spite of a reluctant leg. Soft covers invite a quick descent into an unseen world where auspicious things lie just beyond my reach. I have left a day shimmering with auspicious things.