I've been really busy lately. I'm not quite sure where the time goes, but i always manage to find myself lacking it. I've been tired and stressed out and really just wanting to retreat. The weekends are such a relief, a tiny vacation, and a chance to become sane again. Within these little pockets of free time, I take comfort in things as simple as an un-rushed workout, a walk with my pugs, a movie with my husband, or a breakfast that didn't come out of the microwave and toaster.
This morning we made the kind of breakfast that requires a skillet and stove. There's a beauty in the work, the rhythm of eggs and flour being whisked in the bowl, and the pitter patter of my dogs' claws as they skitter across the floor. Today I did something I haven't done in a while. Something that makes me feel happy and whole. I picked up my camera and documented a mundane, beautiful, and wonderful everyday task. I will do this a whole lot more from now on.