The house is finally still, but the scent of jasmine is coming in through the screen door like an old friend.

I'm sitting here at the kitchen table with nothing but a dull pencil and a scrap of paper that I found in the bottom of my purse. There’s a certain kind of magic in these late-night spring hours when the crickets are the only ones left talking. I like to take this moment to write down every little blessing that crossed my path today, from the way the morning sun hit the bluebonnets to the neighbor who waved a little extra hard when I pulled in. It’s my way of keeping my heart aligned with the law of karma; I truly believe that when we take the time to notice the good, we’re planting seeds for even more kindness to bloom tomorrow. Just putting it on paper makes it feel real and solid, like a promise kept to the universe. Rest easy tonight, y'all, and don't forget to count your petals.