Asking my brain to churn somedays feels like a rusted cog all stuck and squeaky and in need of some oil to release the clunks . Then other days it smoothly glides along happily buzzing with more ideas and inspiration than I can remember. I am over the moon grateful for those days and that is why I have many, many of those little journals in every bag, beside my bed and in my car to scribble down what my mind throws out because otherwise, I forget. I am forgetful. Yup, it sucks to age unless you are wine or cheese, which of course I am neither. That is not entirely true, I am very grateful that I get to age of course. I have even embraced my muffin top and wrinkles and the silvers in my hair.
Sorry, I am going on a tangent. Way off base.
Too much coffee.
Er, never enough coffee.
Still with me? My brain is going faster than my fingers.
Horizons~ maybe I should let the picture speak for itself , letting it tell you this is where the frescoed Italian sky meets ancient Roman ground. End of story, but no. It occurred to me that horizons are more than a landscape or sunset, they are also the future. It got the balls in my head rolling, I see so much in the distance for my family in that sky scape. It is infinite. We are just beginning.
I see tender growth and transformation and enlightenment for my children.
I see creative adventures and newfangled uncharted territory for myself.
I see our family as a soft grounded mattress foundation for ‘if’ we may need to, we will smother any un~ savoury fate with a great warm blanket of love.
I see that we ‘got this’. I see we are going to be more than okay. I can see into that horizon that we have a beautiful life.
What do you see in your horizon? I would more than love to know….. 🙂