on being settled

when i woke up on saturday morning it was in our new home with faint beat of coffee dripping into big ol' pot around the corner.  from the sound of it, someone was scraping eggs onto a plate and while a little girl found joy in kicking the base of her yellow wooden high chair.  

it was the sound of family.  the sound of love.  you know, the best sound ever.  

after rubbing my eyes i turned over to peer out the window on what i promise you to be the most comfortable space to ever exist in the world.  for real, our bed would make clouds jealous.  

as i laid there with my head somewhat buried under the pillows, i could not help but get an overwhelming sense of calm.  

"finally!", i thought to myself, "we are settled."

yes.  settled.  and what a fine feeling at that. 

i suppose it's the feeling a leaf gets when it finally reaches the stable ground after being carried by the undeceive wind, or the way a rock must feel subsequent to floating through the rough entanglement of muck after being skipped from a shore line.  

sometimes people think that settling is a bad thing.  i suppose if you are talking about settling in the sense that you are giving into something less than desirable or finding the mediocre as your only option...then, yes, settling could be a tad negative at best.

but as i have found, settling can be wonderful, too.  really, absolutely, without a doubt, wonderful.  it gives you a feeling of peace and allows calmness to pervade your soul.  that, my friends, can be pretty contagious when it comes to filling up other aspects of one's life.  

that "being settled" feeling can happily guide peace and calm to other places and spaces and nooks and crannys like work or doing laundry or filling up the car with gas.  once you are settled, magical things can happen and positivity finds a way to radiate like sunbeams. 

so this is what it looks like to feel settled for this little family, because sometimes words just don't suffice...