The kids are off to school and the coffee’s gone cold. There is a load of laundry churning in the washer, the bird feeders are filled, Lucy Mae is fed. I’ve swept the kitchen floor and picked a basket of tomatoes from the garden. The calendar looms large with its list of deadlines and all the words I need are frozen on the tips of these fingers.
Some days the to-do list is so heavy I just can’t lift it. Too many things call my name and I don’t know where to start.
So I light the candle. I pause to listen. And when I can’t find the words I read slow from this book—sit still with the anxiety. And let the ancient words soothe. There is no magic between those pages, but power is there. It’s the power of a conversation that has been going on since the beginning of time, the power of a living, breathing love.
And it is the best place to begin.