With no school looming above our heads, our mornings have been particularly slow lately. Pajamas are kept on as long as possible, breakfasts evolve slowly from that first cup of lemon-honey tea amongst crumpled bedlinen to eggs on toast or cereal. We are spending most of our days outside, soaking up the good sun, some paints and pastels for the boys, and a book for Mama to read.
As the lazy hours of the morning subside, the rest of the day passes in a blur of homeschooling and riding lessons, a workout routine and multiple trips to the park.
Come bedtime every night, i tuck the boys in their winter quilts, kiss their warm cheeks, inhale their milky breathe and off I trot contentedly to make me a cup of tea.
The simple act of making tea at that time soothes me more than the actual beverage. The boiling of the kettle, a sturdy old mug to hold the steaming tea, the ripples that form by dipping the teabag, the wispy smoke that rises, the cling-cling of the stirring motion, the wafts and aroma that surrounds, the promise of a mild caffeine kick. Like the warmth of a tight hug, like the comfort of a good friend to confide in, like a security blanket or an old favorite t-shirt.
Amidst the ebb and flow of the tide of life, I’m finding it more and more necessary to take a little time every day to just exist. To sit on our front steps with an orange to peel and to breathe in the cool air, to taste that change in season and to imagine the faraway land calling our name, and to remember that we are all part of something much greater than ourselves. To be aware of all of the things that we have and to never take this amazing freedom for granted.
The freedom to choose is perhaps the greatest freedom of them all.
A stray cat that found a lot of love and cuddles one morning from the boysLunching at a new favorite place in townSlurping the goodness of freshly squeezed orangesBeautiful succulentsLemons from Amma’s garden
How has your week been? Lets chat sometime.
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