I have been thinking about the daily rhythms in our little house. Such as the staggered start to our mornings (mostly due to having only one bathroom). We usually weave around each other in familiar patterns- K getting ready for work, Blue with the sports page, Moon feeding Twinkle and cooking himself omelets, my tea and oatmeal . . .
The notion of "family" is a cloth created out of individual threads that have somehow come together.
This page started as this . . .
Now I'm going to work on composing a meeting place for the inner movements.
I can hear it humming . . .
