Tonight I went outside by myself after the little girls were in bed and laid on the trampoline. I told my secrets to the moon. And listened for her wisdom. I watched stars appear like freckles on the twilight's face. I listened to my neighbors plow and fell in love (for the thousandth time) with living in the country.
I promised myself that I would not say cross words to Lily tomorrow. We make sparks, that one and me. And almost every night I go to bed heavy hearted about it.
I thought about the relationships in my life that don't feel right. And wondered what parts are my fault.
I wondered what it really looks and feels like and means to be whole-hearted. And wondered if I am.
I thought about seeing the good, forgiving, giving the benefit of the doubt, being gentle with vulnerability. And hoping gentleness in return.
And a hundred other things, too. And then goosebumps poked up. And the cat spooked me. And the sprinklers needed to be turned off. And I came in to write a bit.