So here we are at Thanksgiving. We are spending time in Plam Springs, CA with my inlaws and it is paradise for sure. This is a new tradition for us, something we have done only since Molly died, but it is fun and sustaining and a good break. Perfect weather. A pool and a hot tub. Some board games with a glass of wine. A complete departure from our East Coast lives.
There is a lot of quiet. That will be remedied by the end of the week when a dozen neices and nephews are expected to descend on us. But until then, there is beauty and stillness and an invitation to literally sink in to peace.
Maybe I will find some peace here. Peace is different than the confidence and happiness that comes from constant motion. Peace implies that I can be still long enough to let the cacophony of doubts and memories and confusions that always accompany quiet have their place in my heart and then leave.
So here I am. Quiet. Available. Listening. And eager to let the stillness give way to tomorrow's 5K race followed by the trip to the hot tub and a great dinner.
Happy Thanksgiving.
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