Haste makes waste, no less in life than in housekeeping.
Keep the time, observe the hours of the universe, not of the cars.
Henry David Thoreau
I've been home with Jaden for three days now, nursing his fairly mild cold, but what a gift of time and leisure it has been. I've been freed from the daily commute -- leaving space for hugs & love, bike rides, chess, photography, frozen yogurt with sprinkles and picnics on the front lawn. This feels more like vacation than our actual vacation did last month.
My heart rate is low, my body feels calm, rested and centered. These are not my usual sensations; they are foreign but wonderful and I never want to release them. This was not a week for one of my dad's angst-ridden poems. Nope.