This morning I woke early to see my dear sister off. She had spent six coffee-inundated days in my household, and I regretted the red glow of her receding taillights as I blew kisses from the front porch. Family is such a seething mixture of loving and taking for granted and missing.
The most frantic weeks of work culminate in the six days that pave my future from this deep breath doorstep of a Monday morning. I remind myself ceaselessly that life is NOT about pleasing me. That satisfaction and peace are byproducts of duties cheerfully rendered.
I was standing in my driveway, cupping my mug of coffee between my palms and feeling strangely abandoned, when a flashing white tail alerted me to the flight of a deer through the trees in my front yard.
I miss so much LIFE, merely by ceasing or forgetting to seek.
