Hot summer day, hot Sunday. Would I rather be at the beach? Yes, maybe. But a part of me is happy to be in the cool basement apartment, tidying. Clearing. Getting ready.
Coming to terms with all the chaos energy in my life and what I need, to balance it out. Partly it is a planner and keeping track of things. Partly it is more rest.
Pink Noise by Laura Mvula, an album.
The orange daylilies against a flat blue sky.
A three and a half year old son, with his father this weekend. And his father’s new family. Who were we, 4 years ago? Who are we now? Changed, changed.
I bought a person a card last month, addressed it to them and stamped it. Didn’t write in it, my gut said “wait'“. They called things off. Today I covered over their address, and wrote a note in it to one of my best friends. Things change, change.
Some days I am utterly frustrated by how slow things change, too. I want to change a great deal in my life - my own business, buy a home, write a book. Instead, I go to work. I pay my bills. I feed my child. “What if the thing you want to create will take 3X the conditioning you think it should?” What if?
“Don’t be a chill host.”
A crow flies by outside. The maple and spruce trees float and tickle the breeze.
What is the gift? And what is the risk?
This post format is 100% inspired by Alisha Sommor’s posts.