My dreams have been disturbed the last two nights, sleeping in other rooms, other beds. Last night, I was living by myself in an apartment, and I was moving out, turning over the lease to someone else. I realized that I was going to have nowhere to live, nowhere to sleep. I thought of all the many people in the town that I knew, and tried to think of who to call to ask for a place to stay, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Even when I was talking to people I knew, I couldn’t bring myself to say, “Hey! Could I stay at your house for a couple days?” I told myself it was because I am an introvert, but I knew that it is because I couldn’t find the humility. One of my fatal flaws, I think, is the inability to ask for help when I really need it.
1. Grace and balance. (I have been watching my 9-year-old learn to ride his new ripstick.)
2. Beauty all around. (I have been taking walks with my 6-year-old, looking for interesting things to photograph.)
3. A misty Christmas Day.
4. Fun playing games with the family. (3-person chess is exhilarating! And Ticket to Ride is stressful.)
5. You. Your stories. The music you make. The powerful thoughts you put into the world. The beauty and grace that you notice and share. The way you are real.
So much love!