Ten.Two Hundred & Ninety-Five
1. Moody sky. The chatter of the tiny birds.
2. Cereal for breakfast. Luck Charms with flax milk.
3. I love getting children birthday gifts that are not the usual stuff. We pick out a pot, seeds for sweet pea flowers, gardening gloves, and a garden fairy.
4. I try to get a babysitter but remember that it's prom.
5. Emergent Strategy feels like the right read for right now as things begin to shift. Even the words I'm using in my head are changing. They are new words that I don't yet understand but trust that I already know. Learning and unlearning. Observing and honoring the patterns that appear.
6. "More precisely, where shame makes us freeze and try to get really small and invisible, pleasure invites us to move, to open, to grow." - Emergent Strategy
7. Me in between them under the white down, sunlight on my face, the sound of my own breathing.
8. Pizza and Nebbiolo. No mess to clean. Thin and crispy crust gives me pleasure. The acid in the wine gives me pleasure.
9. Pink nails.
10. A few hugs from friends in the old neighborhood. I wonder how good of an idea it is for us to still put in time to maintain these friendships. There is the sense that this is healthy and yet for all of us, each time there is a leaving of the old town or the familiar friend, the wound is once again revealed. How do we hold but a love for the old while engaging and building the new?