In amongst a week of tasks and to-dos, the most marvellous little mice, invisible to all but my heart, marched into my life bearing backpacks overloaded with secrets and quiet stories that jostled me from the mundane.
Thank you, Tara. As always your essays are right on time. I’ve been pretty hard on myself lately with this idea that I am not “working” hard enough. That I should be further along at 45. Separated from my husband and in a job I’ve held for 20 years (which my old small local company sold out to a corporate giant two years ago) I am starting over in so many ways. I wish and dream and aspire to have a full time business teaching writing classes and offering grief mentoring/coaching and teaching yoga and leading small retreats. All of which I do now on a small scale, not enough to sustain me financially so I have my day job. All to say is even with what I am doing I compare myself to other friends and people my age thinking that they have more and planned better, etc. All to say is in a time when I’m confused and steeped in the discomfort of the unknown (and sometimes desperately) wondering what is next, I feel lost in a world my soul does not relate to. I know where my heart work is and how I wish to slow it down even more yet the mind marches off a list of to-dos and must haves and should’s. I went camping recently and I liked the way I felt in nature. I always do for the most part. Embraced by her presence, love, and kindness without the fear or worry of what is next and how or when or will I figure out what is next. Maybe it’s less about figuring it out and more about feeling it out… though in this fast paced world feeling it out and slowing down can feel very isolating. Thank you as always for your words. If you make it to CA for a book tour, let me know! Xo Dina
My little boys have been asking me for lunch boxes, and we finally found some. My oldest (6) was so eager to use it, that he made his own jelly sandwich yesterday and stuck it in his lunch box. My second boy (4) zipped a slice of pizza up into his. They were so excited to take their lunches outside with them, and proudly showed me what they'd prepared. My sandwich making son even cleaned up all of his lunch mess, I never would have known he'd been in the kitchen. It was so cute and delightful to find them and see what they'd done. 😂
I love your writing. I love this piece that calls to me to slow down and lie on the kitchen floor more often. LOL. Doing so will bring a lightness of heart. I will confess I like the sofa better.
So relatable right now. I am feeling so overwhelmed with all that must be done right now. So am enjoying a breakfast of leftover hamburger and strawberry shortcake with the last of the summer strawberries, outside listening to the birds and visiting with my cat... The work can wait awhile, while I recharge my soul....
Thank you, Tara. As always your essays are right on time. I’ve been pretty hard on myself lately with this idea that I am not “working” hard enough. That I should be further along at 45. Separated from my husband and in a job I’ve held for 20 years (which my old small local company sold out to a corporate giant two years ago) I am starting over in so many ways. I wish and dream and aspire to have a full time business teaching writing classes and offering grief mentoring/coaching and teaching yoga and leading small retreats. All of which I do now on a small scale, not enough to sustain me financially so I have my day job. All to say is even with what I am doing I compare myself to other friends and people my age thinking that they have more and planned better, etc. All to say is in a time when I’m confused and steeped in the discomfort of the unknown (and sometimes desperately) wondering what is next, I feel lost in a world my soul does not relate to. I know where my heart work is and how I wish to slow it down even more yet the mind marches off a list of to-dos and must haves and should’s. I went camping recently and I liked the way I felt in nature. I always do for the most part. Embraced by her presence, love, and kindness without the fear or worry of what is next and how or when or will I figure out what is next. Maybe it’s less about figuring it out and more about feeling it out… though in this fast paced world feeling it out and slowing down can feel very isolating. Thank you as always for your words. If you make it to CA for a book tour, let me know! Xo Dina
My little boys have been asking me for lunch boxes, and we finally found some. My oldest (6) was so eager to use it, that he made his own jelly sandwich yesterday and stuck it in his lunch box. My second boy (4) zipped a slice of pizza up into his. They were so excited to take their lunches outside with them, and proudly showed me what they'd prepared. My sandwich making son even cleaned up all of his lunch mess, I never would have known he'd been in the kitchen. It was so cute and delightful to find them and see what they'd done. 😂
I love your writing. I love this piece that calls to me to slow down and lie on the kitchen floor more often. LOL. Doing so will bring a lightness of heart. I will confess I like the sofa better.
So relatable right now. I am feeling so overwhelmed with all that must be done right now. So am enjoying a breakfast of leftover hamburger and strawberry shortcake with the last of the summer strawberries, outside listening to the birds and visiting with my cat... The work can wait awhile, while I recharge my soul....