As I sit here, I am breathing deep and looking out my window at the abundance of Queen Anne Lace recapturing my back field. The humidity has left for the day, although the summer has been quite mild. My husband is reading a book with two of our three lads. And I am astounded at all that has transpired.
Growth.
So many changes. We have placed our attention firmly on certain dreams and visions and here they be. A summer is usually filled with sweat, either from the sweat of play or the sweat of work. And so is growth. To grow there is a combination of struggle and stretch. Growing pains. Sometimes they are mild.
Reflection.
It’s not time to reflect on summer yet. I could say the summer has been mild. But then Coyote, The Trickster would rear his pretty face and bite me deeply. Although for some reason I am feeling very introspective. Reflective.
Weaving.
A story, the days string together to create our lives. I am learning with all things that if [IT] is important I will get to it. I tap the web to connect with all that needs connecting. I bring together and create learning experiences for my littles.
Accept.
The things that I cannot control. The undoing. The birth. The pains no one sees. The quiet darkness and the soft loneliness. The One.
Healing.
This is when it comes. When the moon shines but is not seen. When the frogs chirrup. The in between.
The book is done. The night has come. And this summer night is put to rest. Amid the giggles and tiny cries our “little death” will bring a new sunrise.
aho.
Nurturing Spirit 
I love this!