Slowing

Monday morning cup of thoughts

Until next time :)

After a whirlwind few weeks of celebration, I return home to our peaceful, serene surroundings. I touch on melancholia, knowing that my children have returned to their extraordinary lives, five hours away, in opposite directions. And then I remember that even if I could gather them up, holding them close forever, I’d never wish that for them. Gratitude is the muse that guides me down the path of understanding that life is just as it should be, and that love is the thread that connects us, no matter the distance.

Thoughts about aging coming this Friday.