I told my BFF yesterday that as I grow older, it seems I need more quiet time. Funny, when I was single and in my twenties, being alone was the last thing I wanted.
But how does a mom of three find quiet time? In the scarce minutes of solitude, I guess. Either in the wee hours of the morning before the sun is up or in this case, the 15 minute hike to school. Yesterday, the warmer weather enticed me to don crop pants, forgo socks, and walk to school to pick up the kids. I brought my camera, which I rarely do, and stopped to take a few photos.
As I looked down, I realized that I was standing in a chalk-drawn heart. How appropriate, I think it's my heart (soul) that needs the quiet time. A 'time out' of sorts, so I can reflect and reminisce and organize the multitudes of thoughts floating around in my head. It's been hard on all of us, seeing that even though the calendar says it's Spring, we still have remnants of snow mocking us.
The buds on the trees encourage me. The birds singing in the early morning perks me up a little. Funny how the change of seasons means so much nowadays.
As we welcome Spring, I look forward to what it's ushering in; my neighbor's six day old baby, Spring Break for the kids and the true meaning of Easter.