I still have presents to wrap, cards to send, laundry to do, cookies to bake and deliver to school. I'm shopping online for last minute deals, writing lists of everything I still want to do. So much is not finished, it's not what I pictured. I'm harried and hurried and wonder what happened. I tell myself this same thing every year that next Christmas I'll relax and be kind to myself. But the life that I lead is hardly so tranquil, I remind myself that at least I am vertical. So I try to be grateful when chaos surrounds me, keep moving and breathing and soon it's astounding. That I no longer care about the lists I have made, because it's here today, time to celebrate.
This post is in honor of Robert Neal Johnson who passed away this afternoon surrounded by love.
Monday, December 22, 2008
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