I was up early and out the door to walk up the driveway and around the pond. It is mornings like this that are gifts, to be opened slowly, sweetly and savored as if eating fine food or wine.
While walking I am thinking about this past summer and all the gifts I have been given as I roll to a close on teaching. Next week I will finish up my last 3 days with students who I have watched learn and grow in their abilities.
I am also fully aware of how I have set aside my own work through the summer to go and teach. There are pots that flit through my brain and might possibly have to come out of my hands at some point.
I find myself at a loss of how best to tell you about my long weeks as they are a jumble of travel, teaching, working in our studio, baking, picking blueberries and spending time with friends and family.
It's life, it's happening.
It occurred to me the other day that the anniversary of our July fire had come and gone without thought. Is this what moving on is really about? When you don't think about those things front and center of your brain?
Instead you just keep moving on one day after another.
Savoring slowly the moments of your life.