Today is hard.
Playing normal life in a place that I can’t call home and without my people is taking its toll on my emotions. When we were traveling, it was different: we moved every month, every time a new adventure.
Sometimes when I feel like this, but I don’t feel like I can stop “because I have so much to do and too little time to do it”, life is kind and guides me: Emily just fell asleep on me in the middle of the afternoon, something that hasn’t happened in forever. Instead of fighting it, I let it happen, and it was a relief.
I can hear the birds. I can feel the breeze. I can see the sunlight. I counted the cars passing by for a while. And then I stopped the mind. I’ve just been. Still, in this moment. Feeling my little girl’s breath as she heals me, one breath at the time. Feeling my demons fade as they go back to sleep. One breath at a time.