Some days are just too full of activity. I rush from one thing to the next, assured that each item only agenda is important, only to find myself at the end of the day unappreciative of the good things I enjoyed.
Today I am doing laundry...what day are we not doing laundry?....and working on my partners quilt for DQS11... and putting last minute touches on my presentation for this evening (I am talking with a neighboring guild about Quilting and the Internet. My goal is to introduce them to something fun and eliminate some of the fears they may have about cyber-space.)...and thinking about my boys in this their last week of summer before heading back to school.
What I want to be doing, is all of these things; however, I want to be savoring the journey. I want to step into the rhythms of sewing and folding and stacking. I want to enjoy the scents of ironing and clean clothes, and the warmth of a load of laundry fresh out of the drier. I want to really hear the sound of my boys laughing together in these last few moments before the oldest goes off to college. I know that things won't ever be quite the same.
For now, I think I'll just take a moment to breath.