Looking inside

~milk in my lap outside, w/ a chair as a worthy prop

Sat out with our sweet chickens and had my tea this morning.  I got out there before the 3 youngest were up and moving, and I enjoyed the quiet. Really enjoyed. it.

Thought about how crowded my brain can get.  How I want to appreciate things more, especially in the light of my mom's stroke and how mind-blowing that disability can be.

I want to breathe deeply, see more, and really live.  But I want it all---to really live but to avoid the pain.  The thing is, the hard parts help me to focus on the joys.  Just hard to keep them dusted off.