It is a wearying day.
The struggle to find a rhythm in the new season.
Sick daughter.
Rambunctious determined son.
The relentless laundry pile & meals to be made & dishes to be cleaned & dogs to be let out & work needing to be done so bills can be paid.
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I can feel it – the cloud of Overwhelming coming to cast his shadow. The webs of Anxiety and Stress ready to spin their traps. I step outside to water the tomato plants – one more “to do” – and the Beauty of the day calls to me like a long-lost friend. I know in a moment how to reclaim this day from Heaviness.
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The sick one moves slower than usual, sits for a rest more often. But she inhales the breeze and soaks in the sun, and her smile comes. She is healing as I watch.
The rambunctious one runs, wild and free. The wind carries him – he is faster, stronger. He chases stray dogs & searches for treasure rocks & sifts dirt through his hands. He is coming alive as I watch.
And I – the weary one – I sit with words under the soothing cloudless sky. I drink them in, I pour them out. I rest for a moment from the doing and focus on just being. I am refreshed as I pause, see, savor.
Today these are our green pastures and still waters. Under the pure, undefiled blue, gently whispered to by Nature’s breath, basking in golden light – He restores our souls.
Adela Just 