Unedited

So I will continue to write. Unedited.


And live my life. Unedited.


It is what it is.


There's so much happening. So much good. So much busy. So many duties that I can almost forget the little beautiful things that bring joy. Like today, I watched the gold leaves dancing on the highway as I drove to town again. The third day in a row. This time with a sick 'friend'. Yesterday I cleaned at the Villa in the morning and taught school for an hour and took my middle boy for a dentist appointment and new glasses and only time for two more stops and we all went to folks for supper with their company and then had an emergency school board meeting late at night.


And the day before that... I did a shop run for Pat and brought coffee to the shop and paid bills and see...? I almost missed the blue-blue-blue-blue fall sky and the geese honking overhead. And the smell of a five-year-old's fuzzy head and wobbly number threes with five bumps and the smell of roasted chicken when I walk in the door.


And how about my good looking fourteen year old inching past me in height. And the starry eyes of noisy grade three boys on the school bus. And a living room with pillows on the floor and games strewn around. And coffee with friends in between pulling pork for the next 'night-before' supper. And little boys with new shoes. And fluffy balls of kittens tumbling and tousling on the deck. And rows of jars in colorful shades. And on and on and on.


Maybe especially now I need to stop and savor, if only for a moment, the moment. This beautiful gift of today. This weariness of life at it's very best.