. The counter is covered in Parmesan cheese bits and dirty dishes and there’s just enough cat food for one more feeding.
. I’m grateful for mornings that don’t require layers and layers of clothes. These are easy days.
. Learning to rewrite the script. Less negative, more positive. Our thoughts create our reality. I refocus my gaze on the events of last night and discard the meaningless gripes.
. Women are not to be satisfied.
~ When Women Were Birds, Terry Tempest Williams
. I appreciate the way she holds space for us during meditation.
. The Swiss chard is completely gone to waste.
. I redownload Instagram so I can find the photo of the ceramic bowls that are now missing. She insists she’ll find them, but 5 minutes later she has already forgotten. I only half-try to stay in the moment and not get salty.
. Just in time to drive around for awhile, worshipping the colors of dusk.
. How is your shadow?