shine your light
Sometimes you’re lucky and it finds you.
Sometimes you stumble upon it.
Sometimes it’s you.
It’s amazing what a little light can do.
A shift in focus.
Dreams years in the making.
With whispers of going slow.
…and staying the course.
The wind has been howling since morning.
A day where anything that’s not tied down outside…
…will likely end up someplace you’d rather it not be.
Toasty radiators. I call them RADD-iators :) …and often get made fun of for doing so.
Finn’s alongside, breathing heavy and shifting rooms as I do — always close by my feet.
The leaded glass windows are crying their own winter tears.
Mady’s at the mall with a friend.
The boys are in the basement, TV on and a device for good measure.
Sara’s painting her bedroom closet.
The remnants of chicken stew are on the stovetop…
…settling in our bellies and making me consider a fourth helping
…and perhaps another nip of whiskey.
H O M E on a winter’s day…
From my journal (this morning)…
The best story I’ve soaked in of late is my own. The gradual unfolding. The deeper I dive, listen, notice…I’m finding what’s been present all along. The answers to so many things…are contained within. I think we get caught up in the seeking, when the truest, most authentic us has been sitting, waiting for us (all along) to see…
All in due time…