This is what’s true

The light filters in through the geraniums that are wondering when they’ll get to go outside. I rest my head back in an attempt to quiet the buzz of random thoughts in my head. These are crazy times. We have little control in the face of a daunting pandemic and the information and misinformation is rampant.

I look to my right and see a picture taken about 4 months ago. My kids and I on a beach. And I remember sitting there thinking “I couldn’t be much happier than this.”

“This” I thought, looking at the picture. “This is what’s true.”

When the world is spinning too fast to comprehend, this is what brings me back. What are the most basic things I know to be true?

I gaze at the picture. The all encompassing, heart searing love I feel for my kids. This is what’s true.

The passion I feel as I gently shepherd the Sewing Machine Project. This is what’s true.

The love I feel for a man who is, right now, way too far away. This is what’s true.

And for the briefest of moments, the chatter ceases as I ground myself in a deeper Love that hovers, even when we forget to notice it. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Grateful for the ability to take a breath, grateful for love and passion, I make a mental bookmark, knowing I’ll need to remind myself again and again.