with a husband about to leave for a long trip overseas,
on a big band tour he has organised pretty much singlehandedly. (Yes, he is amazing)
And his busy-ness, his leaving the house at 4am to finalise details, and all the last minute hiccups and bits,
sits with the months of planning and fundraising and suddenly,
this about-to-leave time feels full, like a weight
As he works tirelessly and prepares for hours, I am,
waiting for him to leave.
Which must seem a strange thing to say!
But what I mean is,
I don't want to add my own Busy to all that energy. I've tried that, and it doesn't work out for me.
Instead, these days, when the world starts to whirl a bit too fast,
I slow right down, so I don't spin into someone else's wind.
So I don't pick up the Busy as though it's my own, and try to carry it.
This last week before the trip, then, has been filled with simple. With reading. Cleaning the pantry. Writing a recipe for my vegan blog. Taking the train to the iceream/sorbet shop. Beach visits, and the dog resting his head on my knee as I watch the waves.
It's been marked with noticing all the
small, good things
as time twirls by.
And they have been beautiful.