I honestly don’t know where the month went. I kept waiting for open days, to sit and savor, meditate, make. Instead it felt like a litany of lists. Cookies and presents, parties.  All good things. I even scaled back, or so I thought. I’m sure the hours spent rocking and nursing aren’t counted in my estimation of how time was passed, but maybe they were the best gift of all.

JMU

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