the creek

When I was growing up we lived in the forrest. There was a lovely little creek hidden beneath a canopy of evergreen and maple trees on our property. (See it here.)  I remember it being a special sanctuary for me. In the summer months, my brother would take his fishing pole, and I would take a book. Our dog would follow us down the mossy embankment along the path to the water. For hours, I would sit half immersed in the shallow water on the smooth rocks, reading. My brother would fish upstream, and the dog would splash back and forth between us both. Such calm.

I cannot remember the last day that I just idled away.

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It's been a very long week. A whirlwind of single parenting, teaching (I finished my last childbirth class for the summer), traveling (quick trip over the mountains and back), and- well- just managing busy days and a house with four kiddos. By myself. 

I'm tired and frazzled and I just wish I could go sit in the creek (maybe even without my bathing suit).

Hoping that there are some lazy days right around the corner...