Sometimes when things get crazy, writing comes easy as I sort through all of the threads snarled together in one big knot.
When things are hectic, I increasingly look inward, trying to find meaning in the mess. I look for signs- in nature, in music, and most of all in the words of others.
Someone mentioned in a blog post last night that little things do matter. And I agree. When I feel I am being sucked into the vortex of a hurricane, I’ve learned to step back and look more carefully for the peace and beauty in my life.
The cup of coffee that I am able to sit and savor on a lazy Saturday morning. Looking out the window at my wild garden filled with hummingbirds, cardinals, and beautiful butterflies. Early morning sunrises that stain the sky bright pink, and gorgeous cloud formations. Spending time in my kitchen; filling the house with delicious smells. Curling up with a good book on a rainy day. Listening to my kids laugh and joke with each other. The warm security of my husband’s arms.
Focusing on the beauty and joy in my daily life keeps the chaos in perspective. There will always be trying times, but there will always something to be grateful for in each precious day.