I feel it starting, my intentional life. Last week it swung in the balance — not that it was balanced, but swung into the realm of that possibility. Energy is no joke, must be cared for, nourished. I don’t know how much people are alike or not, how much we can run ourselves ragged, how much we can harm ourselves with hurry. When I think back to my busiest times, I marvel at how I functioned. I burned so much energy, trying to satisfy so many tasks. Now I’m grateful for the quiet, the birds on this fine morning, the early morning sun, the dog curled up on the bed, the squirrels running from grass to tree, the summer bugs singing — for every nuance that I can travel while still.
Slightly edited journal excerpt from September 14, 2010.
