Pulse

There is much happening around here, a lease has been signed, a move-in date has been settled, and this mama is hunting furniture on Craig's List, at thrift stores, estate sales, and reclaimed furniture stores :). I am very much in a task-oriented phase, which leaves little room in my brain for creative energy and expression. There is a bit of lunacy in it all, so I come here to pause, find pulse and reconnect with the peaceful. I remind myself that busy-ness does not mean aliveness. Pulse thrives in taking time to witness the new growth of crocuses and daffodils that have arrived with Spring, the gurgling rush of water carving it's way down a creek, the sound of feet crunching on gravel and scraping against rock, the jubilant laughter that my children express freely, the sacred evening mealtimes we spend together nightly, and the rare, but sweet embraces my husband and I steal together in this tiny, crowded house.

Pulse exists here too in all the kind and knowing words you left for me in the last post. You are all such wise and wonderful women, thank you.

"And now I see with eye serene, the very pulse of the machine." ~ William Wordsworth

xoxo