Sitting Amongst Myself

What is it about an overcast sky that deepens my breath? The clouds hang, heavily, over my head. But the weight isn't an unbearable one - it doesn't smother my heart or feel thick in my lungs... it somehow slows my thoughts and turns me gently, pleasantly lightheaded. My gaze is at once sharpened - I can pinpoint the birds that chatter in the trees nearby, and softened - I feel almost as if my being could float away from where I sit and wander in the sky.

Oftentimes, an absence of sunshine feels like an abandonment, a forced loneliness. But today I seem to be at peace, and the clouds lend a degree of comfort, a worn and frayed quilt draped over my shoulders.

And as my child wakes, his cries piercing the stillness of this thick air, I feel oddly blessed to be exactly where I am, in this moment, in this day.

This New Adventure

I generally consider myself an adventurous sort, although my life lately hasn't born much proof of that. I've somehow become a fairly traditional woman/mother/wife - a stay at home mom, nonetheless! - and at first glance, it's thoroughly perplexing, even to - especially to! - me. But when I take the time to really look at my life, I realize that my adventuring isn't over, it's merely different. My life has been full to the brim of accomplishments and mistakes, and there are more of both of those made every.single.day.

So today I'm beginning this blog, as a way of looking into myself, as a way of exploring how I swim through life and how life washes over me. I'm going meta. Welcome to my world.

xoxo,
MommaMetta