And . . . it’s raining. It’s a strange summer that’s unfolding. I spend time organizing my manuscript, my writing paraphernalia, and recipes because I’m setting intentions in the kitchen too. I’m letting the book rest for a few days, anticipating an opportunity for concentrated focus time soon, and the opportunity to putter at home in the morning is a gift.
On three separate occasions within the past few days, words have knocked me off balance and impacted my mood. Words are powerful, and these incidents remind me to choose carefully the ones I speak and write. They also reinforce the truth that it’s my choice to allow them to cause me to stumble or sit for a moment with the emotions they surface, then grant grace and move on. I don’t always choose wisely, but I can always begin again.
So today, this rain, and an opportunity to do just that.