Just got back from a walk/jog with Eric and the boys, and in about 20 minutes I’ll go to my yoga class, so I have just enough time to share these two small stones.
Small Stone: Morning Pages
Eric is gone, hiking with the dogs, so I have the house all to myself. It’s still dark outside, and I sit at my writing desk, in front of my HappyLight, writing my morning pages. The house is so quiet, that the only sounds I hear are the scratching of my pen against the page, the tick of the clock, and my breath.
Small Stone: Dog
Sitting on the couch with the dogs, Sam is sitting up tall, looking down at me. I put my hand on his head and he pushes into it, his forehead pressing into my palm, his eyes closed. He sighs. These few seconds are the why of living with, of loving dogs. All the hard work, the care, the time, the challenges and struggles, are rendered powerless in these small moments.