She is unlike any other. Like cows in a pasture standing in one spot, unmoving for what seems like hours, we find Sukha doing the same in corners of the house. It's the funniest (strangest?) thing and usually involves a sunbeam... eyes heavy with the sheer bliss of it all. February sunbeams, the saving grace of many.
It feels so good to finally be underway! A wonderful tribe of like minds have gathered, and their curious, kind-hearted awesomeness inspires me to rise to the privilege everyday. I feel blessed, but I don't like to use that phrase... as if doing work that I love makes me more blessed than someone less happy in what they do. Are they less blessed? I struggle with this ideal in the bigger context more so. Someone who lives with pain, loss, and hardship; are they less blessed than their neighbor with abundant health and happiness? See what I mean? Oh, it is too much for my sensitive soul.
I am grateful, that I can say with ease.
Yesterday, Carrie posted a gem of a relic on facebook which inspired a little spin of the Fleetwood Mac variety (or um, push of the button rather). What wonderful young-hearted memories came flooding back. I discovered their magic and wonder at fourteen and spent some time last night sharing that love with Emily. I think she's sold... how could she not be? She also got a kick out of knowing she's been to one of their shows, inside my belly.
Guess what? It's light until almost 5:30 now! I bet you have noticed that too.
For that, we are all blessed.
