It’s Monday Morning

It’s Monday Morning.

Dana and I climb out a bed at 6:15. The air is a bit cold — that overnight opened window did indeed make it crisp.

We get dressed. By 6:45 ish, we’ve both made our way to the kitchen. Dana to her standing desk — she’s working from home today. She’ll start with tea, held and sipped between keyboard strokes. Me to the kitchen bar with my laptop. And some hot coffee. We will both have full days.

We are both appreciating the team-building retreat that we completed last Thursday – Saturday. It went well. It made connections. It lifted curiosity and learning together. It created community and friendship from added lanes — connection always creates added possibility. All of that sets the ground to grow healthy patterns together. The Circle above included collages made by participants — of people who care about us in our work and are at our backs (spouses, friends, grandparents, historical figures, sisters, other beloveds).

For me, Monday morning, I’m skimming email that I haven’t looked at since Friday. Oof!.

• Minnesota — more stories of what is and what is not. Invocations of community and friendship. Longings. Yearnings. Freedoms. Violences. It’s gut-punches.
• My friend Katharine’s new poetry book, Skyborne Insight, Homemade Love — I’m excited for her.
• Some review of the event Dana and I hosted last week. I’ll gather a few harvest materials later today.
• Todos that I put on the back burner and will get to today. Some of it simple task. Some of it conceptual attention. It piles up and I do well to remember that slow and steady is helpful and kind.
• Some writing — there’s two workshops I want to hone in on and add to by B & B Sessions.
• And, and.

I feel myself a bit slow. In the all of it. The utter delights. And the uber straining challenges. It’s a lot. For all of us in our different versions of what is real and in front of us.

Slow, yet steady.
Here it is, Monday Morning.