Friday Exhale
On the beginning of an exhale
Nothing extraordinary happened. That's what made it beautiful.
Friday began with watering plants, listening to Zucchero, and going for a walk.
Nothing extraordinary happened.
No big milestone.
No grand achievement.
Just ordinary moments.
And yet, it was in those ordinary moments that the magic appeared.
Zucchero’s voice drifted through the morning air as water soaked the roots of thirsty plants. The music slowed me down just enough to notice what was already here.
In the pauses, I felt myself smile.
In the quiet, I felt a sense of peace settle into my body.
The rhythm of water.
The melody of a favorite song.
The steady pace of my feet on the path.
Simple things.
The kinds of moments that are easy to overlook when life feels busy.
Today, I didn’t overlook them.
I noticed them.
I welcomed them.
A breath.
A pause.
A reminder that not every beautiful moment arrives with fanfare.
Sometimes it arrives quietly, asking only to be noticed.
This is our exhale.
This morning’s soundtrack was Zucchero.
His music became part of the rhythm of the morning.
Part of the pause. Part of the exhale.
Author’s Note
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With gratitude,
Chellie 🩷
If you have been journeying with these Friday Exhales, you may also enjoy my This Is My Exhale books—gentle reflections on nature, healing, slowing down, and learning to breathe again.