I bake bread.
I work with my clients,
grateful to have them.
I pray for the world
and the suffering.
I chop wood and carry water.
I try to meet the day
as it dawns for me.
I have my list
and I have my breath,
and I try to let neither
take over the other.
I’m remembering
the simpler ways
I lived
raising young kids
years ago.
One foot, one breath,
one act, one prayer.
Slowing to Nature’s speed
and to what works for me.
This is the ideal.
I’m learning.