i like the littleness of things. little blooms, little stones, little kisses. little waves on the beach, little jokes thrown into a conversation. a little pinch of sugar atop blueberry muffins before baking, a little crush of fresh pepper atop a salad. i sometimes get lost in bigness, get lost in fear, get lost in assumptions. but mostly, i try to inhabit the little bits of my life. i want my tiny moments. if you’ve read my blog or followed me on instagram for any length of time, you know i’m keen on the small moments. i know there have been times in my life when i rushed through, plowed through, stumbled through. and i still stumble, in truth. but the stumbles these days are done with a different level of awareness. i know they don’t equal my life; they’re just a part of my life…and i can move from that part onto a new part. i can take one step and then another; i can take a big step or i can take a little step. either way, i just need to take a step…i just need to keep moving. and so i do. and as i keep moving, i endeavor to celebrate the littleness. little clouds, little hugs, little smiles. little bodies crawling into bed with me and my husband, little dianthus blooms on my bathroom sink. yes, i do like the little.
sending a little love your way, m