Today I made my final preparations for upcoming travel, including making my mom an easter basket and wrapping a couple gifts for her too. Not to mention an inventory of the freezer and organizing the ready-to-thaw-n-heat-n-eat meals for cooler-packing in the morning. I also made a batch of whole wheat rolls and a loaf of cinnamon bread to bring her.
I made time to be still, to take in the warmth of the April sunshine, to sit with the sounds of Nature, distant traffic, neighbors ... as I centered and grounded myself in a place of peace that will sustain me in the days ahead.
I made time to share a cup of early morning coffee with a friend who's only daughter left for the west coast today. And as we sipped, a call came in from Chicago with a little travel update.
I made time for my seedlings with hushed conversation, reiki, and I transplanted some wee peppers too. This is the hardest part about going away right now ... leaving these babies in the care of The Boy and the dog.
I know they'll be OK. Yet I will miss their quiet and calm ... their tranquil way of knowing what to do and what to be in any moment without any prompting or prodding, plans or lists, or any regard for that thing we've dubbed "time."