Wrapped in dreams’ warm glow,
closed eyelids screening golden light,
I picture a Barcelona breakfast, fragrant
café con leche, a succulent croissant
with that butter, somehow better
than what I have at home. — Virginia,
I realize now, that’s where I am,
still basking in heavenly warmth,
thinking of waffles. I open my eyes
to a chilly winter day, and at my feet,
a cat like a rattlesnake, preparing to strike.
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A morning meditation inspired by a Paint Chip Prompt and photo by Linda Kruschke.
....Bilocalalia.... 
Love this – was transported with you.
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Thank you!
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Welcome
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Welcome!
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This made me smile. I love that you took a picture from my living room and made it your own space to daydream. And now I want a croissant.
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Best meditation is always in the morning eheh have a great weekend and cheers from Portugal, PedroL
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Thank you. You too!
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A great opening line! I have experienced those Barcelona breakfasts, the best coffee … ah, to travel once more. For now in my dreams and in poems such as yours.
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Great memories are food for our writing.
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Laughed at your title (my cat spent 30 minutes yowling in the kitchen to get her breakfast; I was in the bedroom, pillows pulled close to drown her out – ‘cat like a rattlesnake indeed’). Terrific transporting meditation.
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Thank you! Cats rule, literally!
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I have memories of a cat like that… especially my toes still remember …
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I can visualize that!
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I love this! I have a cat that has a hissy fit until she gets her breakfast and if I want to keep my toes intact, I best wear slippers. Thank you so much for the follow! 😊
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I can relate to this! The breakfast in a pavement cafe… and yes, the cat, howling and yowling until she gets her own way! Thanks also for following me, I’m reciprocating 🙂
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