I am recuperating slowly. S L O W L Y. My pace may be just above that of the snails I see on the driveway. Everything, and I do mean everything, takes me twice as long and wears me out like I put in a long day’s activity.
One good thing from this experience is that I give myself those quiet moments. I have to. And sometimes, we need to be reminded that our bodies, our hearts, and our souls crave that.
Here is the perfect place to go for some quiet reflection in whatever season you find yourself. Emily P. Freeman writes and reads to us. How long since someone did that for you?
Will you join me there on her blog for a 7-day mini journey? We may find ourselves taking a deeper breath and feeling some of the stress slip away.