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In the frenzied moment of spontaneous certainty when I first tagged a name and theme to this curious space I embraced the phrase serendipitous refelctions with a quiet confidence. Thoughts bubble to the surface of my consciousness with little warning sending me scrambling for note paper or the staccato of my fingers dashing across keys as I endeavor to tuck my thoughts safely into words.

Recently my days have passed quickly with a hurried busyness; my limbs heavy with exhaustion born less of physical exertion and more of emotional distraction. I could not seem to still myself long enough to unravel my thoughts into words. Worries for my son’s social needs, my daughter’s academic needs, and a loneliness for my husband’s company tug at my attention.

This week I am consciously shifting from momentum to intention. I am remembering to give thanks for my children’s strengths rather than dwell on their challenges; I am celebrating my husband’s company on this unpredictable journey as a family rather than daydreaming of time alone. My quiet here reflects my peacefulness as I center my mind, body, and spirit in gratitude.

Tagged: Musings, Writing