There was a beautifully wrapped gift for me on our bed the other night—the book Everything Beautiful with a beautiful short note. I just started it and this page stood out:
I keep talking about how to fit it all in.
And paint colours (my version of fitted cabinets because I already spent a season on cabinets).
And fabric.
And garden plants.
All the while, I know that I am not focusing on the things that truly matter. Somehow though, this talk of schedules and colours helps me follow beauty and connection. My beauty. The beauty in others. And how I’m connected. It helps me root myself like a strong grass.
This feels like a worthwhile exploration for me.