You say grace before meals. All right. But I say grace before the concert and the opera, and grace before the play and pantomime, and grace before I open a book, and grace before sketching, painting, swimming, fencing, boxing, walking, playing, dancing and grace before I dip the pen in the ink.
It seems to be a season of busy work.
Prolonged moments of frustration.
Wishing for longer moments of resolution.
Longing for extended deep breaths of time to get it all done.
January has been a beast.
I hope your February (and mine) lands softly.