...in the simple things.
In the sight of orange butternut squash soup. I can't make enough of it. I love its taste but I mostly love how bright orange the flesh of the squash is right before I place it in the pot. What an autumnal sight.
In the sound of Legos jingling in a box or as hands sort through piles on the floor. We've just returned home from a three month journey so my children and I are spending our days sorting and re-discovering what we can make with all these Lego pieces. New worlds await us.
In the touch of hot bath water on my skin. Colds winds are beginning to arrive here in Scotland. My toes and fingers are chilled most of the day now. Water bottles and hot baths (barely) keep me from continuously chattering teeth and bones.
In the words of a dear friend who writes about non-attachment parenting. Although she wrote this in July, I am still coming back to her thoughts about what this sort of parenting might look like. A beautiful reflection.
My spirit finds home in the tree pose. Trees either bend with the wind or break in the storm. I am learning to stand like a tree, swaying a bit in the storm, moving to the wind. I don't want to break anymore.
Hoping you find home just where you are.