The house is quiet. The hustle and bustle of the past week is over. Everyone is off in their different directions. Alexandra, my first born, left yesterday for school. "My new apartment's great Mom! I'm so excited!" Stevie is already in the thick of things on his campus. He forgot his favorite pillow. "Momma, can you send it to me?" Victoria, my "littlest", sophomore in high school has a tennis match this evening. "Mom, I'm not sure if I want you to come. I will text you. Love you! Bye!"
The old days are gone. The present is soft and embracing like the misty fog that is rising on our pond this morning. Warm days of summer mingling with the crisp "almost" autumn mornings. September has always been the beginning of my year. September is when I take stock and set my course for the future. Not January.
The Master observes the world
but trusts her inner vision.
She allows things to come and go.
Her heart is open as the sky.
Tao Te Ching, Stephen Mitchell
Practice. Practice. Practice.