Moving hesitantly into the week

Monday morning cup of thoughts

Working on my granddaughter’s baby quilt this weekend provided a much-needed rest from the world. I’m feeling resistant at the thought of moving back into all that there is this morning.

I steal a few extra moments under the covers reading

Lisa Olivera

’s post “There is just this.”

Her words speak my truth this Monday and I’m grateful that when I assume there is nothing, Lisa reminds me that There is just this.

There is just the tenderness of not knowing what will happen next and slowly moving back to trust, to surrender, to finding steadiness within even in the center of one giant wobble.

There is just the acceptance that I, and none of us, will handle any of this perfectly, and the relief that perfection was never our task, and the remembrance that we can offer ourselves and each other grace and mercy and love even in the midst of our fumbling.

There is just dreaming, and imagining, and letting possibility grow a permanent home somewhere in me, in place of the home hopelessness once had.

There is just listening and responding, listening and responding, listening and responding.

There is just the birdsong outside. The sweetness of my cat sleeping next to me where I write. A sip of coffee. My body asking for water, too. Massaging my jaw. The group of seagulls that just flew past. Packing for time away and trusting it will be whatever I need it to be, no matter how much writing I get done. The felt sense that all of this, even when I didn’t think I had anything to say, is enough.

If you’d like to read the entirety of her post, you can check it out here.

There is just this

Move slowly through your week, taking care to nourish yourself often both physically and emotionally. I’ll be back Friday with my first Final Friday post for paid subscribers. I’ll be excited for your feedback.