We spent Friday night in the ER due to croup, I’m bundled up in bed with Sybil due to a cold. And I am so damn happy.
Many other emotions, yes. Oh, yes. Aren’t there always?
But joy comes through right now. Parenting and life are teaching me how to roll with the punches, even the right hooks. The scary ones, intense ones, tiring ones.
It’s teaching me how to come back to that center line that starts in between our ears and ends in between our legs. The line that goes from us to the earth and into so much we do not know or understand.
The line that reminds us how okay that is.
We attach meaning to so much. What a sweet and endearing human thing to do. Today, I’m practicing attaching meaning to very little. There will be no gratitudes or musings in this newsletter. Today, I am far too tired.
But today my heart is tended to and my fingers are tended to and a nap is in my future and oh, the freedom I find when I allow things to be instead of needing them to mean something more.
Instead of following a line outside of myself.
I’ll stick to the line inside and walk it like only a tightroper knows how:
with calloused feet and a brave heart.
x devon
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