The dance of life continues. Sometimes it feels like, at best, I am working with two left feet. Occasionally there are moments of grace, even fluidity…and then, just as quickly as they appeared, they're gone. The calm is elusive. Life blows in like a fleeting afternoon breeze...disrupting the stillness just as I begin to appreciate it most.
I really have come to appreciate "home" more and more. Not the home I grew up in, or the home my parents still live in...but my home. Home with Chase and Leroy. Home in our little house complete with leaky pipes that have ruined the master bedroom carpet, rooms displaying the previous owners' terrible taste in paint colors, TV that is much bigger than we can afford placed in front of the hand-me-down furniture that graces our living room; Our house. Our home.
Weekends are my saving grace. I spend the whole time with my "home"...the calming forces in my life. I can relax, as being with them brings about beautiful moments of grace in my dance of life. As Monday returns, so return my two left feet, my awkwardness. I stumble through the week...striving for the weekend.
However...I just had a realization: Life is being present in what ever moment you find yourself in. Sometimes, there is astonishing beauty in the awkwardness of life.
So today, I resolve that (against all odds) I will enjoy my two left feet and wait to see what happens.
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