Drizzly Afternoon

We’re getting word that the kids will soon be going back to school. I’m going to miss them. Last week we caught ourselves sitting around the table at lunchtime, all in our comfy clothes, all eating something warm and nourishing (ie not a cold sandwich in a brown paper bag). We took notice of how wonderful it has been to have more relaxed time together. Soon there will be early rising, packing lunches, and walks to school in the cold. All of it is good. The staying home and the returning to campus. What I know about myself and what I hoped they’ve learned from me is that we are resilient. We continually adapt. Our rhythm will adjust and we’ll just keep thriving.

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So, with that in mind, and because it was dreadfully dark and drizzly today- we feasted on a chocolate cookie skillet pie. Well the kids feasted, my iron willpower remained in tact and I just stood by and did my best to reap the fullest satisfaction out of my sage tea. So hard. I used the brown butter blondie recipe found here. You will have too much batter for one cookie, we just put the rest of ours in the fridge in case we get a cookie craving tomorrow. Or… later this evening. Enjoy your gooey cookie friends.

Brace yourself

I can’t help but feel like something is coming. I’m trying to have curiosity and thoughtfulness about what it might be instead of fear. I make it a priority to affix myself to sustaining natural rhythms. Rhythms like: The sunrise. The sunset. The soaking in of natural light. The steeping of tea. Listening. Kissing and touching skin. Moving. Stretching and breathing. I observe nature with gratitude. The way it remains steadfast in cycles of constant seasonal change is bolstering. I ground myself in the predictability of the first frost, birds migrating, leaves becoming so vibrant and rich with color- and the trees that gracefully let them go.

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Perhaps what’s coming is only a revolution inside of me. It’s rising. I brace myself and feel the swell of something new.