…and I’m back.
Back on a cool September morning, the sun rising and filling the corners of our home, the windows cracked and spreading coolness upon my toes. Back with a cup of English Breakfast tea, sweetened with a touch of maple syrup (okay, a full tablespoon), a bit of milk. Agnes Obel on Pandora. A flickering candle on my desk. Back with patched jeans and a pale blue tee. Two favorite rings, a circle pendant strung on leather cord, circle earrings, a band of beaded bracelets. I’m having myself a moment.
I’m back from nowhere, really. I’ve been here, just not here. But this space and you dear readers have been on my mind. I missed being here with you, but it was good too. To press pause. To grant myself a little space.
This morning, I woke up knowing that I wanted to share something here. And as I came down the stairs, the house completely quiet, I was immediately seized with thoughts of what needed doing: start the laundry, empty the dishwasher, check the emails, make the grocery list, and All The Rest. I did start the laundry, but then…I heated water in the kettle and squeezed fresh lemon juice into my mug. And with hot lemon water in hand, I moved to my desk and lit the candle. And I opened my journal and I moved my pen. Across the page and through the tucks of my heart. First things first.
A little pause on this cool September morning.
And now I sit writing to you at my desk, and I hear the whirring of the washing machine in the background. There’s a crow cawing outside my window. I’m watching for the juncos at the feeder. The leaves of the birch trees sway ever so slightly. Just a hint of movement.
It’s a cool September morning and I’m ready. For today. But first, a second cup of tea.
Sending a little love your way, m