Domestic Tranquility

Did you have a busy weekend?

I did.

Lots to do on Saturday, more than I could possibly get done.  But then, isn't that always the way it is with moms?  Sometimes, the overwhelming amount to get done leads to, shall we say, a bit of grumpiness?  

(Grumpy?  Well, perhaps:  or, like Aunt Voula would say from My Big Fat Greek Wedding:  "...it's the hormonees...")

(Which sometimes then can lead to a pity party with only one in attendance.  Me.)

But being a constant photo-taker, sometimes it's good for making me stop to take notice of what is around me, in spite of all the busyness.  I'm learning that when I'm at my worst, to grab the camera.

(Looking through that lens helps me see so much more clearly, all the sweet blessings surrounding me, in my everyday, ordinary life.)

To take time to look through the lens makes me realize how fortunate I really am.

I might have lots of work to do, and what I do never stays done,  but at least I have a home--so many right now do not.

I might see jobs to do all around me, but I also have a lot of beauty to see.

(If I'll only look with my heart's eyes.)

Dogs are a lot of work and cause a lot of messiness and consternation at times, they always track dirt in, I haul it out--there are three of these big beauties here most of the time, and then our little one, too.  

They get hair all over the rugs, and I remove it,  they slobber, too, and scatter their food around the kitchen floor when they eat it, drip water everywhere from their jowls when they drink.

But...

But they truly are beautiful and loving creatures, willing to love us unconditionally--given to us to enjoy and be a friend to.

(Always waiting there, whenever you need a soft head to stroke; 

 and a big, floppy, velvety ear in which to whisper silly things.)

I can appreciate this, too:  one of the simplest, most timeless chores, that is really domestic tranquility:  and how much I like listening to the sheets flapping in the crisp spring breeze all afternoon long.

Taking pleasure in the knowing of how soft they'll be--and how they'll smell like pure sunshine--that night when I finally lay my head down on the pillow.

Yes, I am blessed, 

if I will only take more time 

to notice all the ways.

Sunshine, green grass, and blue skies overhead.

That is enough.

And yet, I have even more.

Have a great Tuesday.
A blessed one.

TAKE TIME TO NOTICE all the ways.