The Wise Mr.

And so he says to me late last night
after the sounds of our day had faded down to a dull rumble

you know,
I've been thinking
that I really ought to say
something
I'm just not sure
what

hmm

in a couple that's been toghether
through so much
over more than the last 20 years

that was
enough

I've heard
the message

Somewhere along the last few months, I'd lost my way. It wasn't that I was wandering or really doing things so far out of character as to be disasterous. Not at all. It was simply that I'd taken my eyes off my own path.

It is a true danger in any parenting, living, homeschooling, what ever. It is easy to fall into the keeping up, comparing, what if-ing of life. It's hard to stay the course with a steady hand on the wheel, an eye to the compass, another on the horizon and an ear to the wind, but that is where the peace lies.

It's where my peace lies. It's where my joy is found, shaking the small stuff, living all in, eyes focused on my group and their path, heart filled up with them, ears only for what they speak, knowing that if I live like that, full in, there will be heart ache and joy unspeakable.

Both together.

And that, my friend, is all good.