I had quiet time today. I wasn’t alone. A totally vacant house is rare in my world. I’ve tricked myself into thinking I couldn’t get a moment’s peace if I wasn’t totally alone. Therefore, my soul has been starving for a long time. But today, I just let the busy busy busy hangover from a full week die. Real quick-like. I just decided not to bow to it like it’s some kind of moral guru.
On a walk with an old friend going through similar things as me, I saw an inchworm in a sun beam.
Later, I saw sheep nestled in the tall grasses, easy to miss if I hadn’t been looking around.
Later still, I enjoyed the company of my beautiful sister, my fabulous daughter and my dog-niece. I even closed my eyes for a while.
And then I wove, and wove some more on my new rigid heddle loom (slowly getting the hang of it- my warp is wonky) and listened to my family and let my thoughts come and go, flurry and rest.
I hope you are having a sweet weekend, whether it’s a long one, a working one, a family-filled one or one spent in solitude.