Mornings are always so rushed. Get here, do that. It seems the to do list never ends. Every once in awhile I feel the pause, the breath at the inhale and the exhale and I try to tell myself be in this moment and not thinking, or doing. Today in this moment I had guests. The birds in the trees, the squirrels on the fence and Polly at my side.
Exhale.... Momma! And then it all begins.
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