These days I'm unsuccessfully juggling too many balls at once. Work, family, myself, our home, the never ending to-do-list. I won't get into the details, but I'm trying to do it all, and I'm not doing any of it as well as I could be, or at least as well as I would like. Despite this, in the last few weeks I decided that I need to take some time for myself, to get some fresh air and just be present, if only for an hour a week. So one day a week, after I drop off Ryan at Frog Pond, I head to Huntley Meadows, which is conveniently located right next store. There, I put Connor in the baby carrier and while carrying him close to me, we make our way through the forest and to the wetland, admiring the trees and birds and water and life, living and growing all around us.
My eyes try to take it all in and to notice the colors and textures and shapes; I try to hear the animals, the creaks of the forest moving in the wind, and the leaves crunching under my feet. I breath deep, so all of it get's deep inside me—so I have something to carry with me, when we return to the car and drive away, back towards our life.