A man came to my house today to look at a broken window. The plan is he will get back to me after the holidays about fixing it. It’s cracked. In need of repair. A small window.
I am reminded, inside my head, of small windows. As in time. My daughter is currently home. As most college students are. So I am focusing on focus. Not a profound statement…but yet. Focus on focus.
One more time:
focus on focus
Don’t allow myself to consider all the other stuff. Tomorrow’s and next week’s and what’s going to happen mid January. Limit myself.
Time with the people I care about. Real, actual, time. Not always planned. Often unexpected. Not with a list to accomplish. Not worrying about making sure there is any purpose. Except time.
Which is often a very small window. Or, maybe just a window pane. A piece. A marker. A section of a day. That’s what makes all the difference in the world sometimes.
Grateful for illumination. Outside in and inside out. Fragile moments enabling us to see clearly. The people we care for most.
Upon a Sunny Day 