We all sleep through the night. Some longer than others. But all deeply and well.
This is a safe space. Here, I can fumble with earnest feelings, make overtures, be corrected, love and see and hear while also being loved and seen and heard–without fear of breaking something (or someone).
I’m concerned about my seeming lack of concern. Vigilant for the line between peace beyond understanding and the laziness of denial.
How did I get carrot bits in my sinus. Why.
That is not how I wanted that to come out. Dammit, brain, you’re supposed to cover me.
Friends who are also clients who are also friends.
It’s been 48 hours since the door closed and the windows are already opening.
School, lunch with family, impromptu park playdate. It’s way too much for her non-napping soul, and she’s a wreck before 5pm. (re)Learning that an overtired kiddo means a restless night for everyone.
I step outside after dark to run to the pharmacy and pause on the stoop to appreciate the dewy warm air on my face. Spring is here. Summer is coming.