May 15, 2017
Not sure what the result of this pause will bring. My mind is racing. Tis May. Full plate life. Which for me also brings a bit of adrenaline. I am like Santa. Making a list. Checking it twice.(A brief disclaimer here which for some reason I am called to be honest about. I sit down to do this at night, glance through my iPhone albums dotted with research. Joy. Hidden treasures. Paying attention. And there is Mocha. A plethora of photos scattered through days and seasons. Could be a dark tunnel, and then a spark of joy.)Our nest is now officially NOT empty. Someone home for the summer. Had I been writing last summer you would have heard about how quiet our apartment was. And today I need to up my game at the grocery store. More snacks more everything required.And my tiny treasure moment was walking into the Jack/guest room which he has now reclaimed to find this. The “card” for graduation two summers ago, out on the dresser and quite revealing. Go. Go. Go.
Not sure what the result of this pause will bring. My mind is racing. Tis May. Full plate life. Which for me also brings a bit of adrenaline. I am like Santa. Making a list. Checking it twice.(A brief disclaimer here which for some reason I am called to be honest about. I sit down to do this at night, glance through my iPhone albums dotted with research. Joy. Hidden treasures. Paying attention. And there is Mocha. A plethora of photos scattered through days and seasons. Could be a dark tunnel, and then a spark of joy.)Our nest is now officially NOT empty. Someone home for the summer. Had I been writing last summer you would have heard about how quiet our apartment was. And today I need to up my game at the grocery store. More snacks more everything required.And my tiny treasure moment was walking into the Jack/guest room which he has now reclaimed to find this. The “card” for graduation two summers ago, out on the dresser and quite revealing. Go. Go. Go.
Thank goodness for my tribe. Let’s be honest, I do have a life of my own, but the shift in energy and noise and grocery carts takes a bit of getting used to. And then, full circle, here we are. Door open, things down to storage and a new summer season to inhabit.
I have a great photo of Jack on the water’s edge in the place I grew up each summer which reads, “Home is where your story begins.” And so it does. Over and over again.
xo,b
0
Leave a Reply