Devotion to tenderness
On writing and mothering
We are two weeks into the new year and the energy is already starting to shift. The shorter days of winter don’t feel as brief as the sun begins to set over the hills a tiny bit later each day. There is a sense of newness in the crisp air, a sense of possibility. Maybe it’s because Nic and I managed to get ourselves and all three kids to the gym twice this week – no small feat for a family of five! Maybe it’s because I am honoring my commitment to redirect the onslaught of distractions available every day towards my intention to grow in ways that are slow and sustainable. Or maybe it’s because I am willing, at least for today, to release some of the pressure I put on myself to write in the ways that I want to while tending to all that needs to be tended to in a day.
Last night I planned to finish up an essay to share this week. I drafted two pieces last week, neither of which got to the heart of what I wanted to convey. It’s not enough …