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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Michelle GD 
I love when my mind is swirling as it often does and then I feel centered over one pervasive thought :) for you it’s the flowers for me I’m sitting here listening to someone mowing outside and the hum of the tractor sounds like summertime.
I do like that sound and its association with summer…yes, so nice to zero in like that.
They are asters. We have volunteer lavender ones that grow all around my house. I want to run out and save them everytime we mow. I get your love for the baby daisies and how you sometimes don’t know what you have to say until you get to writing it.
May my week be as satisfying and full too!
Love,
Shalagh
Asters! Thank you, Shalagh (though I’ll probably continue to think of them as baby daisies in my mind ;)
I absolutely understand how you want to save them before the mowing; I love that you feel that way.
Wishing you a wonderful week…
Oh I’m glad to have been of service my lady. I think my husband just threatened to mow too.
;)
What rests in my weary heart today? These little daisies. I love this pic. It makes me want to find my own little moment to capture with a camera. Best wishes,
Patricia, I’m glad you’re here then so that these daisies may rest in your heart. And I hope something else catches your eye (your heart) very soon… xo
Michelle, this post is so much where I am as well, even down to the beautiful small. Full weeks – yes, it seems very full this time of year. I have been to full to notice that I am not being me, not bringing my self to my world but rather rushing to and fro with a never-ending to-do list that contains very little of actual importance (certainly nothing to get so worked up about!). But today, I woke up and literally shook myself awake. I’ve had enough. i brought myself back as i walked through the woods and slowed and found the beauty around me. I found the delicate almost invisible wood flowers and it brought me back to what I am. I will carry this forward. Thank you for you lovely words, I love the words ‘resting in my heart’ – you have put language to my senses and emotions. All the best :)
Rebecca, I’m glad this resonated with you, and I’m appreciating your story so much. I love what you wrote, about your walk in the woods and finding the wood flowers and how that all brought you back to what you are. That’s lovely. And so important…to come back to who and what we are. I’m so glad for your resetting; it feels good and comforting, doesn’t it? xo
My heart has been unsettled for many months and I too have been writing and then deleting. I have slowing down on my mind. I want to be noticing more and swirling less. So I take a deep breath and begin again each day. I am grateful for you and others who are willing to be transparent. You give me courage.
Yes to the slowing down in the mind, the deep breaths…always beginning again each day. I am forever grateful for that opportunity to begin again.
And thank you for being here, Juliann, for seeing that I do try to be transparent, that I try to be real.
Let’s walk with courage together. xo
Such a lovely post, Michelle, and just what my weary mind and body needed today. It has been a week of commuting between Mom’s and home, having to take multiple detours to avoid closed streets, my routine totally off. Such small problems really, and we are so lucky that our home wasn’t damaged in the storm, but it seems the older I become the more agitated I get when I am thrown off my daily routine, LOL! To visit your lovely blog in the midst of chaos was a well needed respite. Thank you for that. xx
Grace – there must be something in the air but how good that we can be in this space together. Thank you for your words.
…it makes me happy to think of this as a gathering space. I’m very glad to have you both here.
It really does help to know that you and so many others are on this path together, Juliann. It makes it easier, doesn’t it? xx
I certainly understand the agitation when routine gets thrown off! I’m so glad you found a few moments of respite here. Thank you for being here…always. And I’m very glad your home wasn’t damaged, but I do hope order (and power!) will be restored soon. It can be unsettling to be in a situation like yours. Love to you…
And love to you, Michelle! Our power returned this afternoon and we are happily ensconced in our living room, just enjoying just being home with lights aglow. After reading your post I took a few breaths and focused on the good, most importantly being able to spend some quality time with my mom. She was so happy to have us with her for a few days. : )
So glad to know your power is restored!
It’s not always easy to focus on the good, when circumstances are uncomfortable…or when they’re simply other than what we’re used to! I imagine your mom was thrilled to have you! Now enjoy being back home… <3
I have a little patch that grow on my lawn. Hubby kindly mows the grass around them for me. 😊 have a restful weekend Michelle.
For real?! I looooove that he does that!
Wishing you a restful weekend as well…
xo