One more time from the top…

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I’m just going to start at the beginning. Not at the beginning of my life. Or my story. Just this moment. Right now. Just in front of me linger the many minutes I should be considering and worrying over, and nipping at my heels those things in the past I should have done, but anyway,  I need to practice this singular focus.

It’s good to write words on a page without imposing too many expectations on them. Maybe just the mindless babblings of a middle aged mommy, like my daughters, toddlers not so long ago themselves, making funny noises simply to feel the sounds emanate from their bodies.

What does my voice sound like?

I’ve been so busy filling my life with noise and stuff and activity and obligation that I have not taken a simple moment to listen for myself. Just be. Hear. Feel.

So I  say to you: good morning. Good night. Good afternoon. May good be wherever you find yourself.