Is this a time of no great words of wisdom,
but to live simply, practically?
Washing up, I look out the window at the scraggled wood pile.
I stand in our dining room waiting for birds to land on our feeder.
I water the plants at the front of the house.
I’m a mum, and give lots of hugs,
and try to give myself whole and completely.
In the evening I might read or just head to bed, strangely exhausted.
In my job I have a calling, a perfect fit, a place of rightness,
Talking and writing to others, I hope to bring some light.
Is this a time just to be, to do things that need and call to be done,
food to nourish, tidying and cleaning our home?
Is this a time to strip back, sand and smooth,
so the things that are real and true shine beauty underneath?
but to live simply, practically?
Washing up, I look out the window at the scraggled wood pile.
I stand in our dining room waiting for birds to land on our feeder.
I water the plants at the front of the house.
I’m a mum, and give lots of hugs,
and try to give myself whole and completely.
In the evening I might read or just head to bed, strangely exhausted.
In my job I have a calling, a perfect fit, a place of rightness,
Talking and writing to others, I hope to bring some light.
Is this a time just to be, to do things that need and call to be done,
food to nourish, tidying and cleaning our home?
Is this a time to strip back, sand and smooth,
so the things that are real and true shine beauty underneath?
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