Balanced

On Monday, we had our Family Home Evening in the bush.  We carried empty yogurt containers and bug spray and tromped into the woods in search of blueberries.  It was beautiful.  I slowly filled my pail and watched the six fascinating people around me, "Look what I found," "Where are the raspberries," "How many do you have," "I spilled mine...again," "Here, you can have some of these."  I felt so full.  As time wore on, it seemed like a lot of walking for Daniel's small legs, but any time we offered cue, which is his easy, dear way of saying carry you, he refused.  He happily wandered among his favourite people.  He didn't want to miss a thing.  I understood that completely.

The next morning, I woke up early to a quiet house.  Everybody was still sleeping when I started the pancakes, honey and whole wheat and blueberries.  I savoured the silence and the taste of honey on my tongue, as I licked the spoon.  Still they slept.  So I started a yoga practice, there in my pajamas in an empty living room.  I breathed deeply and marvelled at my own strength, happy to feel my legs, and arms and lungs.  As I finished up, I thought to myself "Solitude is good too."