I was introduced to the word gruntled a few years ago and instantly knew what it was meant to describe– that unsurpassed feeling of contentment.
the rumbling vibration of a cat’s purr,
flannel sheets warmed when wind and snow blur,
a filling meal of fresh home grown food
a cow chewing cud, eyes closed in serene mood,
the slow wakening after a full night’s sleep,
a pig’s wallow in cool mud so deep,
the low-throated nicker of a mare to her foal,
a tub of warm water when muscles exert a toll,
the sucking hungry baby in rocking chair bliss,
a cuddle in jammies before bed with a book not to miss.
And so every day, I seek the momentary and fleeting bliss of gruntlement. So simple, so honest, so true, so gruntled.