Saturday, November 12, 2011

Under the Oak Tree

This morning I sit under the giant oak in our backyard.  Just me, my empty tea cup, and the breeze.  As an introvert, a mother of three happy, spirited children and wife to a very boisterous man, moments like these are indeed sacred to me. 

Ah, but here starts (and stops thank heavens!) a leaf blower, and Benjamin, now six months, has awoken from his nap.  So he joins me on the deck, happy to babble at the breeze and laugh at the outside sounds he hears, some for the first time.  Again, sacred. 

This is what I hope this blog will be about - the sacred moments that flow in and out of one another and, hopefully, my ability to flow with them.