Well, let's see.
I've read -- The Seven Spiritual Laws of Parenting (a new purchase), finished Conversations With God Book 2, finished Everyday Blessings: The Inner Work of Mindful Parenting, Looked over The Tao Te Ching, listened to Thich Nhat Hanh's The Art of Mindful Living (again).
I've painted.A picture that I love. Really, I do. My friend Aubrey has inspired me to paint. She, and the pictures in my new Thich Nhat Hanh book.
I've barbecued (outdoors) with Eric and the babes.
I've let the gentle breezes shift through (uninhibited) to cleanse my home.
I've cleaned. And have not cleaned.
I've shopped, and have not shopped.
I've gone to the park, and worried a bit more about the excursion that I would have liked. (Giant Annabelle Fierce Charlie went with us.)
I've ventured on foot thoroughly with the babes around and through our neighborhood.
I have enjoyed (clear to my soul) Spring-like Days.
I've taken pictures that seem to me can be described as "Taoist" - in-as-much as they are in between, and not quite here nor there.I have soaked up the sun.
I have noticed the new freckles on my Little Son's nose.
I have noticed the tan and pink on my own cheeks and chest.
I have enjoyed a glass of beer (or two).
I have had (very quietly) my eighteen-year anniversary with my husband. (eighteen years!! how can that be? We're only twenty-six....)
I have sat on my front porch (my front door open) with my laptop resting on my knees.
I have played with the children when I might have chosen to get chores done -- chores that previously Must Be Done Before Saturday....
I've been quiet. And not-so-quiet.
Still, and Unstill.
Peaceful and (for a moment or two) harried.
I've sat in wonder.
I've noticed the sunsets behind the still-bare branches.
I've listened. I've thought. I've loved. I've breathed. I've laughed.
I've done nothing.
I've done everything.