And if the goal is to be part of the world, to love and be loved, to pay attention and to create, today was the best exercise. There were doodles on the iPad with a thumb that I could not draw anything short of square tipped, Shrinky Dinks that amazed me like they did when I was a child, squatting down in front of the oven, eyes focused through the blurred light of a tiny bulb and dirty glass, and the refusal to be taken over by the heaviness a Sunday can bring.
Monday is inevitable, it's coming and this holiday break is ending, and the realities I have been keeping at bay will be back sooner than I'd like, than any of us would like, I'd guess. But today, when the stresses of life knocked, I did something a bit different. In the spirit of beginning, I did not ignore the knock, or answer it and indulge. Instead, stress knocked and I asked it politely to go away - I've got far better uses for my time, like making my own Shrinky Dink yellow submarine.
Today was full of tidying and prepping, the getting ready to go back, and the steps for moving forward. Tomorrow there will breakfast at the table, maybe even a bit of reading, and just like that, there will be more to begin, again.