Thursdays are running days for me.
Up early for yoga class at ADBC - today, I got to practice yoga with my favorite yogi, my daughter Martha. When I stopped by Martha's house on the way into town, my granddaughter asked me where I was going.
"I am going to a yoga class with your mom," I answered.
Lizzy replied, "That is so sweet!"
Yes, Lizzy, I agree. Very sweet indeed!
After yoga and a quick change from stretchy pants into jeans - because nobody but my workout buddies at ADBC should have to see me in stretchy pants - my youngest and I headed to Martin for her dual-enrollment class, then ran errands in town, then headed home for lunch, then back to town for piano, then...
We finally made it home for the night about 30 minutes ago. It has been a long, full day, and I am tired.
Somewhere in all of this running around, I meant to write here at the blog. Now, when I finally have time to sit down at the computer, it is after 9:00, and whether I like it or not, my brain is powering down. My head is full of little more than dull gray static.
This makes me sad.
"A longing deferred is sickness to the bones..."
Tomorrow is a new day.
The great challenge I face at the end of this crazy busy day, this day on which I did not get to write, is to not despair about what I have failed to accomplish today, but to instead press forward expectantly to what I aim to accomplish tomorrow.
"...forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on..."
True for faith, and for life, and for writing.
Tomorrow, yes, tomorrow, I will write.
found an old poem from baby felix
4 weeks ago