Freedom

     Routines are good and I sincerely admire people who have a healthy daily ritual that they follow like clockwork. I aspire to be like those people. Yet when the sun surrounds us with warmth in the middle of winter, schedules are tossed to the side. Today there was a bath in a sink full of bubbles, a picnic in the woods with the frogs serenading and the hawks keeping watch. There was table painting in the middle of the driveway with trees made out of hand prints. It was glorious. There was time to notice and indulge in all of the blessings that surround us. The rug needs to be vacuumed and there are clothes in the dryer but somehow we all survived and loved every second of carpe diem leaping off of that magnet on the fridge and into our real lives.