Today has been one of those days, ones of those simply beautiful days.
One of those ordinary days that is easy to overlook.
I haven't overlooked this one.
Waking up after an invigorating, most enjoyable dream
A few silent moments in front of the Christmas tree before every else woke up
The beginnings of preparation for a retreat I will lead in April
Two cups of tea: lapsang souchang and mango green
Breakfast with Kristiana: an egg sandwich she made for me
Reading to and with her: I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings and Blue Like Jazz
Walking Maya in the rain (yes, rain. Thanks be to God!)
Washing my hair
Cream, scented oil, knee high socks, a denim skirt, black shirt, and chenille scarf
Homeschooling with my 9th grade daughter
Ice water to drink
Sitting in the minivan with K outside of her horseback riding barn, chatting
Watching her walk into the barn in her riding pants, boots, chaps, and helmet. That daughter of mine is growing up. Tall, elegant, beautiful. Smart, gentle, kind. Where on earth did she come from?!?!?!
Sitting in the van alone, listening to Christmas music, journaling, nibbling on mint M&Ms, reading a book on how to maintain hope in the face of a difficult relationship, dreaming of travel, wishing I had brought tea in my thermos.
Listening to the rain land on the van
Coming home to a warm, cozy house
Cuddling with Daniel, putting him to bed at 8:30, praying with him, and kissing him good-night... being glad that my 11-year-old still likes to be "put to bed"
Doing some preparation work for a holiday journaling project: Journaling Your Christmas with Shimelle. I am very excited about getting started. I hope to be able to adapt it to ongoing journaling projects I'd like to do. Apparently, Shimelle leads online journaling and scrapbooking classes often. If this one goes well, I may take another one.
Sitting here at my computer in my red robe, blue slippers, alone in my study.
As I sit here, writing, thinking, reflecting, I am reminded of so many quotes from so many books. I look over at my shelf and see Kathleen Norris's ode to daily life: The Quotidian Mysteries. I see Denise Roy's ode to motherhood: My Monastery is a Minivan. I see Becca Stevens' Sanctuary, a book about the unexpected places where she met up with God's grace. And John Eldredge's book title, The Journey of Desire, always sends me into spasms of fantasy. Which journey? Which desires will finally be met? When and where?
At the end of it all, after finishing each book and sighing that last sigh, underlining the pithy statement that I hope will end all the aforementioned sighing, after cutting out and gluing the ideal image into my journal, the book that lays so many of my ideals to (what often feels like eternal) rest,
in the end, I usually feel both grateful and discontented.
I am drawn in to the mystery of this life and dulled by the dailyness of it.
I seek sanctuary and am deeply enamored with the idea of escape.
So many desires, so few journeys.
All those feelings. Ebbing and flowing. All at the same time.
Today, however, I lay those contradictory feelings and thoughts aside.
Right now, this moment is simply beautiful.