fair cold

Its fair cold this morning

Single digit degrees in celsius.

Celsius - the way we mark the cold down here. I love that I can now see the steam of my tea - tea in more than one form - ways to inhale and appreciate.

Both children - meaning two out of three woke me last night - one with this head wet with sweat - he goes into these terrors that he can’t even remember in the morning - and my girl in your place in our bed because her throat is tight - she doesn’t have a temp - or much mucous - it soothes her no end if my hand is gently massaging her neck. I think about her stress - what is she carrying this young that diet changes are missing? Somatics are so important - understanding how our bodies are speaking - what their needs are.

She fell asleep with my hand in that same place - strangely comforted - and as a parent I don’t know what remedy to pull other than plain attentiveness. I need to give her more words for how her emotions feel. How her body feels - and in this way grow my own life - for this life is embodied. Souls in bodies - that direct our entire way of being. So, as this crisp Autumn morning dawns and the red light impregnates my mind and heart, I start again - a new day for a new experience - a new life always just here - and just around the corner.