Leaning into the exhale (see my last post), I put on some classical piano music, toasted some good bread and poured my favorite olive oil into a dipping dish, and opened my journal to write a bit of poetry. When there was a break in the flow of lines on the paper, I got up to wash a few dishes. There was peace even in the flow of the water from the faucet as the music continued to play. And then I sat back down again and admired my drying rack.
When I moved into my very own place last year, I bought a set of reusable zip lock bags. My ex-husband rolled his eyes at me when I placed the order. I could just imagine his thoughts, "she'll never keep up on washing them and eventually give up." It's now eleven months later. And I smile because he was both right and wrong. He is wrong because I have kept up and I absolutely love these zip lock bags. But I recognize he was right because the woman he knew didn't have the bandwidth for something like that.
And that makes me smile as I lean into the beauty of this evening and revel in the bandwidth I've regained.
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