It’s the beginning of the unknown. My children are home, a choice not my own, and yet I have desired that they be gathered, circled around for just a bit longer. Here they are.
We don’t have answers; don’t know the future. We only have now. This present moment.
They sleep until 9, giving me time for coffee and quiet and yoga, trusting what is to come.
I don’t have to strive for what isn’t.
Learning in small ways how to support with technology and how to love more fully in the midst of the storm. I am fed with food for this day, slowing down after years on hyper-speed.
Not wishing on anyone the circumstances we are trying to prevent.