stepping outside for a few minutes to breathe deep and sit can be a day changer and mood lifter. a rocking chair, a step, a picnic table, a curb, a square of grass. make the time and leave the guilt inside.
he thinks of crushing differently than i do. his "crushr" superhero demolishes things. my crushing heart adores him. and so much more in these days i'm given. but my people. i crush hard on them because they have my heart. they are what matter.
a quiet washes over me when i make with my hands. the simple rhythms unravel the mess inside and untangle my thoughts. creating is in our being, the fibers of His image dwelling within us. the soul takes a deep breath when we make the time to make.
the work accomplished felt good. being outdoors together was refreshing. (his poison ivy allergy was unfortunate!) the dirt under and upon us spoke freedom. the sticks spoke to process. carving the time out of our day to allow the day to carve into our time was even more saturating to our souls than going into the house at the end smelling of campfire.
change has joy in the one pocket and sorrow in the other. saying hello to a new thing and goodbye to what is known. strengthened by what has been and trusting for what will be. but embracing right now. (even when it's hard to let go)