End of summer

Today, I’m trying to embrace the fact that I woke up and got up at a painful 6 a.m and took some time to just be. I needed it and I needed to write or at least feel like I’m writing. ūüėČ

I don’t often wish this happened more often because I enjoy sleep, but the quiet I seem to need lately happens at these awful times. The early morning sounds, the smell of the plants wafting into the windows, the faraway sound of the highway (really?), and the birds chirping (minus loud crows).

It’s what¬†my soul¬†craves.

This morning, I’m also thinking about how much I enjoy having grown kids. It’s exciting to watch them become young adults and make their way in the world. There’s no school supply shopping, no thoughts of making lunches nor jumping quickly into vehicles and joining the procession of hurrying vehicles.

Thinking about those days makes me tired, but I admit, there are parts of that season I miss also.

So, if you run into me and wonder what I’ve been¬†doing lately, I’m just focusing time and energy into my marriage, my grown kids and working. Though I have creativity in my being, ¬†participating in it¬†fluctuates, but it’s okay, I’ve learned by now, creativity¬†comes in waves and I don’t need to stress that I’ve lost who I am or that I’ve betrayed my soul.

~peace.