Ten. Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Fifty-Eight
The color of the morning light this time of year and the way it casts a warm glow on everything.
Water. Hot tea. A page from Skylar’s book and a cup of bone broth.
I can’t find my rhythm.
The more I travel away from myself, the more anxious I am to return.
Freshman orientation. You always learn something new. Am I about to be a veteran high school parent now? Am I the one who now knows things?
90’s baggy jeans.
The answer is always the same.
I tell him that I’m just in a place where I realize that the time I have left with the kids is running out. Five years will go by quickly. I can sit in an office all day when they’re gone.
Second dinner. It’s definitely football season.
“If we are to learn anything, it would be to free ourselves from any beliefs or baggage or dogma that gets in the way of us acting according to our true nature.” - The Creative Act: A Way of Being
