An ongoing series of Monday snapshots and quiet reflections. Sometimes Mondays look like hot water with lemon. (mug here)
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:: Sometimes Mondays ::
An ongoing series of Monday snapshots and quiet reflections. Sometimes Mondays look like sitting by the Christmas tree.
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In the Pause
There is a pause in the rain, in the dark and the birds sing beginning again. The light grows slowly shifting into today the birds begin in celebration in the rain's pause, in this day's Pause. Right now, before breakfast is made and the laundry begun before the list is made or checked it is quiet [...]
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Plenty of Gifts
The morning is dark as I slide out of bed. I sit upon my wool yoga blankets and close my eyes. I breathe deeply. Ten minutes, maybe fifteen. After a few stretches for my spine, I rise and walk downstairs. My husband has left for work but the kids are still sleeping. The house is [...]
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begin again
i woke early, moved and breathed my way through yoga, made a cup of herbal tea. my husband had already left for work, and the kids were {miraculously} still asleep. i sat with the quiet, feeling its gentle presence move in me, around me, through me. i watched the light, easing its way through windows, [...]
