Outside a flock of birds folds and unfolds its single body.
I start the coffee. Light comes
from impossible directions.
—Kristen Case, "Morning"
It's a slow Sunday morning in my world. After a few days of busyness—the Camellia turned one, there were dinners with visiting poets & writers, and yesterday a symposium on poetry & testimony, followed by a reception. My soul is full but my body moves slowly. After being gone all day yesterday, the littlest ones climbed into my bed this morning bringing their current favorite book. We looked at the book, I heard all about their adventures yesterday (a walk in the neighborhood! a trip to the park! a pizza and movie picnic in the living room floor! an extra cookie before bed!), and they trotted off for breakfast so I spent a few minutes reading from this book which has been within reach since I received it.
The rest of the day will be spent going over the proof for the latest issue, doing laundry, and hopefully nachos and margaritas at a little corner place we love so much.
I hope your weekend was filled with loveliness!