daffodils
As I sit down to meditate while my children Netflix, I imagine my thoughts as tiny presents that I am wrapping up and placing on a shelf.
As I sit down to meditate while my children Netflix, I imagine my thoughts as tiny presents that I am wrapping up and placing on a shelf.
Today was a crying kind of day, an unformed schedule day, a day of more closing down, a day of still uncertain, a day of gratitude for long FaceTimes, a daffodil day, a day of watching a hippo mom and baby live-streamed via the Cincinnati Zoo. A day of angry children ripping paper.
Tonight is a tired from crying night, a stiff neck night, a cat’s meowing for more food night, a good meal of the last leftovers-from-the-now-closed restaurant night. A quiet kind of night.