I wish it were easier to put these emotions to a pen. What’s whirling in my heart and mind and whole being is too much to pin down for now. Every once in awhile we get a good shaking. Something to stir up the muck that we forgot was even resting at the bottom. Something to remind us there’s a lot more cleaning to be done. These times make me ever more grateful for the little rocks in my life that keep me grounded to my beautiful reality. Without that I can’t imagine where I’d be.
A newly organized bookshelf / work that I love / that precious face I’ve been waking up to (please don’t grow up) / frequent runs with that pup I adore / first fruits of my garden labor / stickygram for sending me my pictures on magnets / another year(7/20) and friends who spoil me endlessly / the sunsets over the river at the end of each day that bring me back around every damn time.