Hello!
I often think about my blog. About blogging. It doesn’t count, does it?
I’m inspired to say something today because of my friend Jean. She opened her heart and read a wee book which she had written years ago about a little girl. Those who listened were brought back to our inner children that still exist inside of us who want to be seen and heard for who we are. I find we don’t share enough. We talk about the surface of our lives. I would love to hear about what we dream about, what we long for, who we strive to be and how we are in this present moment.
There are so many opportunities for bits and bytes of information and we keep moving quickly along so we can get to the next thing which keeps us running and pursuing something outside of us and missing the moment now. And missing depth.
I am sitting in my porch with Lilah, my cat. We are just sitting and watching the icicles melt off the overhang. Nothing more. Yet the moment is rich and full and alive.
