Zen

The leaves are starting to turn but it is slow going with this Indian Summer we are in the throes midst of.

I am waking ache-y and fatigued every morning.  The aches fade but the enervation continues into the day on and off.  My mood is definitely improving.  But, I look like I've been punched in the eyes they have such dark circles underneath.  Last night I broke down and asked Cap to make me a grilled cheese and fried egg sandwich.  Comfort food with a touch of cane sugar in the bread.

Gem is taking a programming class this Fall which means that I get 45 minutes to myself at my favorite café once a week.  Yesterday I enjoyed a pot of peach apricot rooibos tea with local honey.  It was amazing.  Flavorful and nourishing.

I lucked upon Joe Hill's latest novel on the "new" shelf at the library.  I was mesmerized by the first chapter.  The dude shares a sensibility with his father, Stephen King (one of my longtime favorite authors).

As I wade through the heavy waters seemingly felt only by my body, working with the kids, drawing up menus for next week, compiling a food shopping list, dreaming of granola, and waiting for my appointment with Vinny...  I keep peeking at this wonderful photo that Jamie posted this morning on her blog.  Truly, the embodiment of a moment of zen.

Peace.