It’s a coffee morning today. No milk, thus no tea.

Its a strange thing, deciding to get up an hour later to give the kids a sleep in - and all the potential self loathing this could engender in me (for not sticking with the productive program) and then - deciding to do the whole getting to school rigmarole, leaving at 9, but then realising I have a lamb to feed mid day - the drive time doesn’t make sense - so calling the whole thing off - its not a late day - its a home day - and I think we all need it. Grace in the garden with Comfrey the lamb, the boys reading and eating their packed lunches already.

There are these moments - and I catch them more often now - where the awareness of a need arises and gives pause to a choice - to proceed with the plan? Or change it up to serve the present moment?

So here we are, more relaxed, less hours in the car, the sun out, time to write, reflect, be, a chance for a house clean up after my eldest’s 13th birthday celebrations and maybe some coaching reading and study - maybe some tears of grief - I don’t know.

All I do know is I’m happy to have paused and to be listening again - sometimes it feels I go days and weeks without actually being with what is here right now, responding to what is here right now. Nothing else mattering. So here it is - Spring on my doorstep - life in the edges and in the main.

Oh life, beautiful, painful life - even as the human world is making all sorts of terrible decisions about how we relate to everything - there remains this sensous, perfect blueprint in the natural world - always surrounding us - to hold and to guide.