Linking up with Masha at Piękno.
Today I am . . .
Feeling . . . emotionally and spiritually worn. If ever there were dark forces in the world, they're crowded around my head now like rain clouds. I think some extra prayer is in order, and the Sacraments. What do you say, gang?
Seeing . . . the flickering glow of the flame just through the waxy texture of the pillar candle.
Smelling . . . the burnt scent of a just-struck match.
Tasting . . . chocolate wine, left over from the butterbeer experiment.
Listening . . . silence in the house.
Grateful . . . for another tomorrow. Mornings are always better.
Reading . . . The Dance of Intimacy by Dr. Harriet Goldhor Lerner. Like, half a book in one sitting. This is not like me. Not like me at all. Lots to process and pray on.
Loving . . . the soft, hot little body of my baby boy, when he falls asleep in my arms. I must cherish this while I can. Some day he won't need me like this, if I do my job correctly.
Hoping . . . for peace.