august 8, 2023

as baby sleeps, I too quiet the little places in me. the soft hum of his white noise makes much bearable. to “live the contemplative life” — i wanted a space to seek this ideal. maybe it can be here. maybe it can be anywhere.

there is something so unassuming, so disarming, in his pile of friends: two dogs, a fawn, a bear with a flat body. i am in love with our family and thankful for the challenges contending with others in love brings.

i am taking stock of things.

if i still thought that meaning is all what we make it, i wouldn’t be so rooted in abiding joy.