Right now I am reminded of the importance of collecting the ordinary stories of my life. Big meaning is always found in tiny moments.
Right now I’m nearing the end of a day spent alone. I knew it would be a shame if I spent it not-writing. I stacked words in my notebook and found myself compelled to return to my blogging roots.
Right now I don’t know how to answer the question, “How is your family?” We are resilient. We fight for fun. We are growing into ourselves. Except for Stephanie. She’s not well and is unraveling. It’s ugly. Heart wrenching. Sad. And I don’t know how to answer the question, “How is your family?”
Right now I understand what it means to have a peace that surpasses understanding. I’m holding peace, right here in my hands. It’s not as fragile as I think it should be. I’m learning when you hold peace, you don’t have time to be frantic.
Right now I’m caught up on laundry. This should not be noteworthy, I do realize. Yet, it is. It is very noteworthy, because it is a sign of recovery. The house is tidy. The dishes are clean. The laundry goes from washer to dryer to closest without a pause. It makes family life easier, clean laundry.
Right now I’m smelling a dozen colorful roses. A friend gave them to me, a quiet gesture that said, “You’re okay.” I think we should tell each other more often that we’re okay.