hello there, friend,
for all my talk about finding breathing room and needing quiet, this week it's been hard to find. i've had to ask for help more than once and especially from those closest to me.
what i noticed this week is that the breathing room is even sweeter when i can stop, even for a moment, to appreciate it. it's the contrast between going nonstop and being still that allows me to notice the wonder and amazement there is in finding that space... in noticing it.
the sunshine coming through the pine needles, the way they cooperated, the first forsythia blooms, the way he leaned on my shoulder, yellow daffodils, the way they thanked me, her hug before bedtime, their thanks for a meal...
xo,
b
