The day didn’t start out well. Now that all of my children are sleeping steadily through the night without nightmares/toilet issues/scratchy throats, the dog has decided he would like his fair share of attention.
And while I went about a day made of lists, good girl intentions, and failed spiritual practices, I forgot all about how the sun gives it’s glory to the mountains in the morning. Over lunch, I read LL Barkat’s post for November 26 and I cried. Because she talked of enchantment, mystery, beauty, and how these are the things we can offer one another. She said that someone out there needs what she has to give, and I wondered if someone out there needs what I have to give too. Someone besides the dog.
Maybe you need these words. Maybe you need to know that you are not your to-do list, and that somedays the only prayer you can offer is a distracted one. Maybe you need the sunrise and a three minute ugly cry because someone met your hunger for more in the middle of your mess.
Late into the evening I find myself here, and with each word I feel a redemption of the day. It ends the way it begins. Sunlight and shadows. Enchanting.