After a night so restless I woke from a hazy dream about trying to sleep . . . I cling to as much gratitude as I can: the love in every moment. The grace of hot coffee, fresh air, and birds singing me awake.
Some days, one soft step at a time is plenty far.
Don't be afraid to give yourself grace, beloved. We are tempted to live such overstuffed lives . . . is it any wonder when we are exhausted?
May we open our (tired, gritty) eyes
to the multitude of gentle graces
around us today.
Pause. Breathe. Let yourself be.
You are already (more than) enough. As you are.