I love the energy of this hug. Miles woke two Thursdays ago to find that his Great Grammalo (Gramma Lois) had been sleeping in our guest room all night. "Gramma-Wo happy to see Miles?", was his first question. He's really into people being happy to see him. Seems like there is no shortage of them lately! Our precious Grammalo spent a week here and we ate until all of us thought we would burst, and played so hard we missed bedtime by almost two hours every night. It downpoured rain her final day here at Huntington Botanical Gardens, where a Great Blue Heron fished and flew across the water in the new Chinese Garden. All of the water and the heron seemed like perfect symbols for an emotional day of parting. We will miss you, lady. Please move to Sacramento and be nearer to us!
Since mother's day, it has been wild around here with visitors and clean up and long to-do lists that seem to be getting longer. Checking in with myself today as I drove to work, I noticed I was lost in unconscious, tedious thoughts about absolutely nothing that mattered. I burst through them by asking myself what it is that I hold sacred. That word, sacred, means everything to me. It brings me back to the quiet part of myself that seems whole, alive and grateful. Here is what came to mind:
*Bedtime conversations in the dark with Miles and hearing him say his "night-nights" to everyone he loves
*Friends who are willing to stand in a fire with me
*The last ten minutes of sleep I get before rising to respond to the gong of demand
*The quietest time of night when my boys are sleeping and my thoughts belong to me
*Sitting on scratchy, orange wool blankets inside a sweat lodge
*Figuring out what my dreams mean while I'm having them
*Connecting with humans on the table each day in a totally present way that is healing and meaningful to them
What do you hold sacred?