Well, I guess a whole week has gone by since I posted last. Much of that week was spent outside in the sun and rain with dirt under my nails.
There were dandelion crowns to weave (for a favorite chicken, of course),
Our chicks are almost 4 weeks old. They've hit that awkward phase of growing big-chicken pin feathers and still having downy lil heads.
and grass to be mowed.
Expectations and tidy gardens, be darned. Life, at its own pace, naturally, where the joy can be found.
Actually, I think my favorite moment of the whole week, was a quiet one indoors. Ayla had been sick the night before, up all night, and the next day she was much better, but wiped out (me, too). I was standing by the computer, holding her, listening to songs by Medicine for the People. She wrapped her warm little arms and legs around me and I held her and swayed for a looooong while. She still felt so tiny, her little three-year-old body felt effortless to hold. I breathed it in, this moment, knowing that my baby-having days are behind me, I held on to her smallness and just breathed it in, mindful and grateful. I don't want those moments to go unnoticed in an effort to do more. I will sacrifice more productivity, more output, more finished products, for more attention, more mindfulness, more love, felt and shared and expressed.
*By the way, this is my 450th blog post. 450!!!