So often, when I come to this space, I ask myself What is it I really want to say? So often, I begin writing something, only to delete it and begin again. I step to the side, try a new direction, circle back. What is it I really want to say? I don’t always know what I want to say. I want to tell you what’s resting in my heart, but sometimes it’s hard to know what’s resting in there.
There’s a sprig of baby daisies that has sprouted at the end of our driveway. Someone else might call it a weed, but not me. Look how pretty, look how sweet. It’s just this one sprig of baby daisies in a sea of green grass.
Yesterday, between the rain showers, I went out to get the mail. I took my camera with me, knowing I wanted a picture of these sweet baby daisies. They’re not fancy or showy; people driving down the street probably don’t notice them. But I notice them. There they are, right at the foot of our driveway.
These daisies…they are what’s resting in my heart.
It’s been a full week. I worked hard on my writing and slacked on the house cleaning. I chatted with friends and took some time in my journal. I did yoga once and took a few short walks. I drank coffee every morning and red wine two nights. I slept terribly but still woke up early every single morning. I ate multiple kale salads and multiple brownies. I talked with my kids and laughed with my kids and and sat quietly with my kids, each of us reading our own books. I texted, I scrolled, I clicked. I listened to the birds. You see? A full week.
When I think about what I really want to say, it’s simply this: I love these baby daisies. I love the way they stand in a sea of grass. Not showy or fancy, but right there. I just want to be right there, the way they are right there.
Right there. And resting in my heart.
May you know what rests in your heart, today and each day.
Sending a little love your way, m
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