All this seems so far away already. And we just got home yesterday.
But happy to be home, we are.
We arrived to a beautiful new cold weather woolen suit for Saschy from Grammy...
And Elliott was deeply pleased to be with his gear again. I'm not sure we'll ever be able to leave home without at least one full set of hockey pads, helmet, gloves again. He missed it all big time and spent the entire day today putting it on and taking it off and putting it on again.
Joy comes in all different forms for all different people.
It feels so good to see their version of joy and be able to offer that up freely. We didn't leave the house until 3pm today. Let this be an ode to un-scheduling.
If we can be comfortable enough with the openness of no plans, with the uncertainty of letting the flow direct us and find the calm place at the center of it all, well, that is a sweet thing for everyone. The antsiness that I often feel creeping in was nowhere in site today as I attempted to make meals out of what was available in the sparse fridge and sat putting rubber bands on and off of Saschy's wrists, moving contentedly from one random activity to the next.
Coming home. During an especially juicy phone conversation with my sister she mentioned Eckhart Tolle and the Art of Presence. He has spent time with many people as they were dying and he says that when future gets taken away, radiance shines through the person entirely. I like that idea a lot.
Welcome home. The first day back always feels like a nesting day doesn't it!
Posted by: Ivy | November 10, 2009 at 09:50 AM