For a moment… just a passing moment…
Snow falls outside, a squirrel runs past… the house is quiet, the dogs all asleep, my puppy on a blanket near my feet…
I sip my coffee as I read a cozy mystery, daydreaming of the southwest setting, one of my favorite places in the world…
After a week – 9 days, really – of nonstop moving, checking things off of lists, taking care of the basic necessities of 4 creatures – 2 senior dogs + a puppy, and my mom, not to mention myself (writing down the need to shower on one’s to do list is not fun) as well as making sure my brother is taken care of too… damn. Stopping. For a moment. Remembering that the point of all the doing is to.. BE. Some are simply basic taking-care-of-life functions… but the home loan, the wedding, the things to enjoy… these are all to create a LIFE. And this quiet morning moment to finally enjoy *this* moment… not the future ones… so necessary. This pause.. it sparks this need, this desire, this joy in writing.
As it always does.
It’s the thing I realize every time I travel. The quiet, the stopping, the taking a break from go go go do do do… all of a sudden I can think, dream, breathe, feel….
Breathe.
Breathe.
Breathe…..
<3
Leaves me with a head full of dreams and the words of another Heartsong song echoing through…
