Happy Birthday Blog to my Youngest
But if we notice—if we pause to feel that force within us, to arrange the trivial and achieve balance—if we stay mindful of our days, we find the joy.
It’s Coming
In 2017 she began telling anyone who would listen, “It’s coming.” My response for several months was, “Stop! You’re going to bring it on sooner.” But she knew is was coming, and we couldn’t (wouldn’t) see it yet.
The Breezeway
The breezeway and creaking swing are long gone. I remember very few specific words exchanged over that slab of covered concrete. New birds fill the air with song, different crickets fuss at night, but the sanctity of those shared moments in the breezeway lingers.
My Three Cs
I’ll waste a lot more than a ream of cardstock to remind the people in my life that we are connected.
My Love and Your Self-Interest
In that balance of love and concern and holding space for loving them no matter what, another stoic lesson helps me: your self-interest is outside of me, outside of my control.
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