Stepping Back

A good day. A very good day.

I studied and then Judy came over and she helped me. She read me lines. And then Kathleen came over to help. And then Denise.
They did not have to, any of them.
I didn't ask them to.
But they did.

They made me feel loved and if there's anything more important than that in this world, I do not know what it is.
Well, maybe TO love. Of course.

I've gotten nothing really accomplished today, I have done no cooking. There's plenty of leftovers from last night, anyway. I have allowed myself to cry, to laugh, to feel loved.

And guess what? The world still spins and my chickens gave me four beautiful eggs, three brown and one that impossible Tiffany blue. A very old friend brought over some basil-infused olive oil he had made. Another friend brought over clean green onions that he'd grown, in a bread bag. They are pure white and greenest green. My husband has been loving all day long.
Especially loving.

And tomorrow I have nothing planned but to study lines. That's all.
To study those lines and let the character continue to come out as I can step back and allow her to do so.

To step back and be mindful of the moments and not worry about the ones to come nor to try and plan for them.

To just be.

I will probably check the progress of the opening of the first Japanese magnolia blossom in my yard, see if it wants to show me its purple throat, listen to what it may have to say.

I watched a red cardinal today bathe in the birdbath. I hope to remember that. It was a glory.

That's all.

Love...Ms. Moon