I’m drowning in details. My husband’s parents moved to assisted living in January, and we cleaned out and sold their house. My mom moved to assisted living in March, and we’re cleaning out her condo, preparing to sell it.
My desk is deep in papers for other people, my to-do list vast, my energy scattered.
My joy comes in small things – the first flowers in my garden, a bird chirping to me, the neighbourhood bunny’s coat changing from pure white to brown. Jewels bloom in my garden, tiny hepatica blazing behind mud-brown leaves. I have moments of joy writing, when the words come together into something new that sings.
These bring me back to myself, ground me in the present moment, remind of the incredible beauty of life, fuel me to get back to my to-do list. And they remind me that when this is done, the world will be waiting for me.
Maureen
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