Is it just me or is your mind running?
Can’t sleep, can’t stop thinking about that thing that keeps you tossing and turning.
What to do? What to say? How to react?
I don’t know about you, but for me, I’m always seeking peace and harmony.
And what I’ve learned is that you *cannot* control the other person or party.
You have power in your words and actions.
So I send love, peace and harmony.
And expect nothing in return.
Because it’s not about that. It’s about what I have to give.
And at the end of the day, I choose what I receive.
Love, Peace, and Harmony.
Waiting until the last sliver of light hits the horizon against the ocean. Sleeping in on Saturdays. Literally dancing in the moonlight on the dock of a bay.
Why on Earth would we give these things up to have children?
They don’t sleep, they cry, we lose ourselves.
We have them because they are our Secret Garden.
Sure, no one tells you how difficult nursing is when you are so focused on the birth. You tune out the laments of “teething”, “twos” and “teens”.
You focus on that tiny baby in your arms. Who grows and challenges you and rules your schedule.
Sometimes you daydream of life before children.
But then you remember your heart.
You’ve never known a love like this before. It’s unlike any other.
And then you see your mother for the first time.
It’s like an awakening.
A Secret Garden.
It happens, often following a tumultuous period. The retreat. The silence and solace in solitude. Time to hide and heal. Time to regroup and regain strength. Time to hibernate.
Time passes and slowly, we peek our heads out from our shells. Testing the waters, finding our groove.
Timid at first but eventually, we find the energy to overcome and return.
To the sunlight. The fresh air. The breeze. The journey.
Take your time, unapologetically, and in time, you will resurface. Born again.
Camille Vaughan Photography