It’s been days since I’ve taken time to write. Time during the week is now quite limited; I’m back to work. I’ll figure it out. It’s really just a matter of new priorities, a new routine, and new balance to find.
Still more questions than answers…kind of feeling my way around in the dark, much of the time.
This post isn’t likely to be profound. I am sitting, writing, thinking, and reached a point where reaching for this made some sense. Funny, I feel okay. A lot has changed for me in just a year, and I’m still okay. I wasn’t always sure I would be.
It’s a lovely quiet Saturday, taking care of me: laundry, yoga, meditation, some reflective writing, some correspondence, a couple great lattes, a good book, a few episodes of Archer. I feel content.
Today I am compassionate with myself, and today I am gentle with my own heart, and the hearts of others. Today is a good day for tenderness.
Evening Light 