These words keep coming to me this week, returning over and over in my thoughts
simplify, simplify, simplify
less, less, less
I am currently reading this book and dropping into the world of a young Chinese immigrant from Hong Kong, living in a cockroach infested deserted apartment with no heat, in a school where she doesn't speak the language with a teacher who doesn't understand, and stuck between the world of her school life and the warehouse where she goes in the evenings to help her mother is really reaching out to my heart and reminding me again, how lucky I am and how much do we really need.
I have more words to say but right now they are not falling out onto the page the way I want because I am headach-y and tired and we have to be up early for Ems field trip. The only thing I can say is that right now I realize there is not much that I want and most of them don't come with a pricetag:
sunshine, cool breezes, quiet, a bird book for me and K, time to make simple meals, time to rest, places to take the girls, fresh vegetables, a desk and time to write
And I'm grateful for the things I do have:
birdsong, soft sheets, new growth on the pines, bluebirds in the backyard, bedtime stories, a notebook, a pen, a cup of tea.