It has been a while since I indulged my eye and heart in my passion for the little things in life…
but last night as I stood on the deck of my dream home come true the quiet hit me like a wall and my eyes burned with tears. I had been waiting to breath for a while I think… holding my breath… and as a birth coach I would never let my labouring mom do that to herself. So why was I holding my breath? Well…life felt like I had fallen a great height and landed on my back for a while now… I think it is letting up because the silence lead me to hear the nesting morning doves, the wind and the swaying prairie grass and those little things filled my heart to bursting. Like a romantic addict I took it in ravenously and my heart was indeed thankful to be alive and to FEEL! Jesus you are the air in my lungs and the wings to my spirit. I just want to breath you in more!
P.S. Take a peek at my last post to find perspective on where I have been since last September!
TTFN
Alway Lady Mac an Rothaich
