Tonight I wrote in a notebook I'd not finished, but had written notes from a favored book in (Confessions of a Pagan Nun):
"Sitting in the sunset like a young girl, muddy from before when I traipsed through a creek with children...dreaming of my future, my forthcoming.
My children are laughing and playing together. They play a game of putting a pillow case over a head and leading the blind one through things and around things, and I'm struck with the care they are taking with each other as they lead: 'Watch out, there is something big coming. Uh oh, be careful of this step.' I am also struck with the absolute trust from the one being led: 'teeheeeee teeeehee heeee. This is fuuuun!'
Then I wrote down my main goals for this next year:
and when I'd written this, I got up, dusted myself off and went inside. That's the sum of it for today. The details come later. This was the most important reckoning.