I am so thankful to have learned through my childhood and adult development that when my mind is swirling and full, I can come to the page and write.
And I am thankful when my mind is too full to write, that I have learned to stop and breathe. To listen to one moment and then the next.
To allow the world to rush by as loudly and aggressively as it can.
To allow that loud aggressive world to stay far away outside while inside, I can look into my baby’s eyes and hear the bigness of his laugh.
To fill my cup with his big beautiful giggles and hear my soul song pealing back with his joy.