I needed a moment so I am eating a peanut butter sandwich and thought I would say hello. We are moved. So many prayers have been answered. Last night we walked hand in hand and discovered one of the most adorable neighborhoods I have ever been in. It felt like we climbed into a page from a book. We were two among hundreds who gathered along the banks of the Mississippi to watch the fireworks. There was a slight breeze as we stretched out on a blanket. The darkening sky and view of fireworks from different neighborhoods of the city was perfect. We talked about how excited we are to be here together. This season is such a gift and I haven’t fully comprehended just how much fun it is going to be. I am reminding myself to take deep breaths and to savor.
It is oh so tempting to the end myself on that note. But the other side of the truth is that I am eating a peanut butter sandwich because I can’t open the new jar of jam which is one of five items in our fridge. The apartment is in chaos but all I can think about is wanting to plant a garden. I spent the first three hours on the phone this morning working on my to do list and I forgot to taste my coffee while I drank it. I keep getting overwhelmed more than I would like. I am ready to find where everything belongs.
I know moving here wasn’t a coincidence. I can feel it. We are meant to be here. I feel the shift happening and in comparison to the past couple of years it is startling. We are slowing down and despite the crazy off balance feeling of wanting to fight against it, I can feel the invitation becoming part of our rhythm. Last night was about saying yes to the opportunity of just being a part of this community and celebrating freedom. Once again, remembering to be thankful is the quickest way to finding my balance.
I still almost can’t believe it. We get to live here.
