The window beside me frames a pre-dawn indigo sky separating from the black treeline – soon I'll be able to make out Belle's black body sitting patiently just beyond the French doors, head-tilted, waiting for our walk.
I've climbed from the rapids my life has become to sit here on the bank in the quiet and take a breath, think about the past weekend and the week ahead, before diving back in and getting carried along in the swift currents. I can get moving so fast, from one thing to the next, that I sometimes forget to stop and savor.
Easter weekend overflowed with blessings … kids, dogs, food … dancing, Mass, dinner with friends. We walked a little, worked a little, watched movies, rocked on the porch. I took lots of photos but have barely had time to look at them.
Last night a dear friend from the past stopped by with his wife, and then I made a boomerang trip downtown to pick up TG for a doctor's visit this morning. I'll return her to campus, put in a few hours of (paid) work, and then prepare for a meeting this evening. Tomorrow night I'm keeping my fingers crossed for a reunion with another friend. Swirling around it all is a looming deadline – or two or three.
I refuse to let myself feel over-anxious about any of it. I'm determined to keeping breathing, keep my eyes open and enjoy the ride. I'm blessed.
Oops, the sky is now a soft gray and the trees are green. Time to dive back into the rapids. I've enjoyed this little break with you. Hope you have a wonderful week!
Long Hollow 
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