The life-affirming heat of the sun is scorching on this otherwise chilly morning.
My to-do list unrolls like a cartoon scroll in front of me. I'm choosing to look the other way for a moment, but the moment keeps stretching out in front of me.
There are so many tasks demanding my headspace that I feel guilty for indulging in this extended pause of my day.
I shove the guilt back into the box it emerged from and sit on it. I feel it shaking and protesting beneath me, as I stubbornly stay put.
Once set into motion this day will continue on it's own momentum. Phone calls and housework and the care and keeping of young ones. I'm certain it will spill over into tomorrow and endless days following.
I'm ignoring all those tasks screaming for attention and being. Just being.
Somewhere in this being I recognize someone I love. Someone I neglect. Someone worthy. I nod a silent greeting to her, wink, and toss that box of guilt off the porch rail to the ground below, out of sight. We decide to sit and catch up for a few more minutes. It seems like this impromptu connection deserves coffee; alas, if I move to perform even that one task, the spell will be broken and the to-do list will unfurl and demand to be reckoned with.
So I sit on the porch swing with my beloved and we commune for awhile longer.
And she is lovely.
And she is me.