I spin in circles more than I want to admit and I am not dancing nearly enough. Beautiful days surround me as does the chaos of my routine. But, it is my routine that wins out. Once there was a time that a beautiful day was a given. A day to hold. To wrap around myself and melt with it until we were both complete. But in the process of giving so much of myself, these beautiful days come and go and it is with great consciousness that I'm sure to let my face feel the day.
But why surrender my day to the load of child rearing, house running, spouse supporting? The day is me. Without it - I have come and gone and not been enjoyed.
How much my days have changed! But surely, I am them.
