This weekend, I am 630 pages in
to a fantastic biography of the Brontës
and have spent a good deal of my mornings
completely
absorbed
thus
this weekend, I gazed lovingly up
at the gorgeous very full, and very bright
snow moon
basking in the glow that fell
upon
everything it
touched
this weekend, I marveled at the now noticeable
length of days lingering
longer
in daylight
and thought encouragingly
of
warmer things
this weekend, I indulged in some glorious
french toast with cinnamon, spices
and a luxuriously warm, sticky sweet
syrup
and savoured every delectable
bite
this weekend, I sent out some love
I gratefully received
some love
and I offered kindness
without
pretense
this weekend, I read these words
from Jena Schwartz
that spoke to me, and of me
in ways that I
appreciated
and I’ll place them here
with the girl from my garden
who seem to
fit
this light
and this place
in my heart,
just
perfectly
so
” not everyone wants to hustle and grind and grow exponentially. There is something — everything, really — to be said for organic growth based on relationships, time, integrity, trust, creativity, and meeting in ways that reflect and honor our individual and collective humanity.”
with gratitude. ♥