Raining softly, dark as midnight, Owen coming soon.
It's going to be another busy few days in a row here with lots of going and learning and doing.
And two weeks back from Mexico and I am still not freaking out.
Three weeks from the play opening and I am not panicking.
Early, early morning and I am not in despair but have gone out to feed the cat, let the chickens out of the roost, gotten the paper, am waiting for the boy.
Did that water in Cozumel smooth my edges? Did the food feed my soul? Was it the people? Was it the love of my husband, being with my daughter and her fellow, was it the iguanas or was it Ixchel?
Was it breaking all of the rules (the number one being- do not abandon your home and family!) and finding the freedom and grace in doing so?
Don't know. Perhaps a eleven-day-long sipping of a cocktail of all those things. Rum stirred in.
It's early morning and dark as midnight, the rain is pattering down.
The boy is coming.
I am blessed.