is not so much the speed
as the mind and heart moving in sync - and sometimes its a brisk pace of farm chores, jobs to be done, a juggle and a tussle of needs and wants and hats and bananas and clean nappies - laundry hung to dry, eggs to be packed, or the steady pace of a toddler who stoops low to notice a small beetle scuttle across the floor or in the grey of the morning the flapping arms and open smile of a babe, just awakened - ahhh, in the carefully savoured sips of hot tea, and the smell of verbena leaves crushed, or the time we woke up earlier than usual, and finding ourselves with time aplenty to draw after breakfast, he working on squids and me on a sketchy hen - how good it felt to my weary eyes, to see that old friend, familiar blue! a tuning in on car rides to school; confessions of a five year old, questions asked, ideas posed - "how many days will you be alive mama?" or to a well-written book propped open on a pillow while breastfeeding in bed (instead of scrolling on my phone) to shed a tear for the beauty of the afternoon sun against the kitchen wall, and tuning out to the inner-critic who so easily finds fault, or worries, to the temptation to keep scrolling on social media, and to all the cheap news and fluff, is choosing to live with less, or make do, mend a thing, borrow, go without even - taking time, when we can, to do just one thing - is being rooted unquestionably in belief, in the treasures of the heart; gentleness, compassion, love, grace, celebration - is being exactly where I am at this moment, contented
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ABOUT the authorEmily Clare Sims is a farmer and mama to three young boys. Each day she looks for ways to notice beauty, contemplate her faith and savour the seasons... Categories
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