Today unfolded at a luxurious pace. Time to do laundry and catch up on e-mail. All the windows were open, the doorway, too. The kittens thought about visiting but preferred the woodpile. You can see them playing on the right. My door is the wooden one in the center, closed for right now.
After lunch, a small group went for a hike. The 5 year old got to ride India, a donkey
sized right. Now that India, she would veer
off to sample some greens. If it was me,
I’d have gone for the berries instead. Or
the rose hips—aren’t they just grand? We’d
wait during her snacking, then tug and then pull. But it took a slap on the butt to get her started again. I can’t tell you how many times this occurred. Walk, brake suddenly, munch, pull, then a firm slap, the dust billowing up as she began ambling along.
Today’s moral?
A question, or plea, probably more like, for the discernment of when it’s right just to wait, pausing for laundry or routine catching up, versus needing a slap on the butt, stirring things up, to get back on the path to the way home.
P.S. A shout out to my daughter, who recently
executed a transcontinental move, on her birthday today—wishing you a most excellent year coming up!