I am feeling very peaceful today.  The sun is shining through the clouds.  I am alive in my home with my daughter and Bruce. Its hard to imagine that it will not always be exactly like this; that someday we will not be here.  Not be here each in a room down the hall, not able to call to each other down the stairs.  Not be able to walk into another room and stroke a loved one’s hair.

Sometimes I have to quell my instinct to add motion and noise to a space.  We forget that love is there in the stillness more often than the noise.   I want to freeze this moment to remind myself to feel it more often that I do; to find the love in the quiet, in the stroke of a hand, in the brush of a stray hair, in a shared breath.

We lose our awareness of love found in the quiet spaces.   We live fast paced lives and surrender that awareness to our “to-do” lists.  How often is awareness even on our agenda?   It needs to be there amidst the missed calls and emails, the laundry, the groceries.  It needs to find a home among our priorities.

I read somewhere that the new English that we are teaching kids in school, the new, faster shorter brief-er English, will have one less space after the period in a sentence.  One less space.  Shouldn’t we be adding space?  Shouldn’t our pauses be greater, not less?  I for one, may very likely start adding a third space after my sentences because I am not willing to forego my pauses so easily.  I’m not sure what I’ll do with all that extra time between sentences.  Perhaps I’ll just take a brief respite to be still with my thoughts.  #still