Maine waters, very good for meditation
This picture reminded me instantly of our summer vacation in Maine and of floating on my back, gazing at the blue sky and hearing only the sound of my own breath.
But then, it also reminded me of this new feeling I own… a tight grip on my heart that comes from the constant stress of responsibility.
After those few moments of perfect me time on the cool lake, I came back to reality, and regained my senses.
After all, there is no real “me” time anymore. Even if I steal away while Colin is with the kids, they are always leaning against my heart, poking me, asking me questions, asking more of me than I’m at first willing to offer– more than I believe I am capable of offering.
And this, I am happy to say, is a mutual feeling.
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