Last night, in what now seems like a hazy half-dreamt memory, I had the good fortune of delighting in many hours of transformative conversation with a handsome Colombian. Maybe someday he'll read this and smile (I hope so). Or maybe our paths will veer in other directions. But my day has been filled with that slightly bittersweet tug that follows an anticipated-then-completed meeting of dear hearts and minds.
By comparison, the realities today were challenging. Dizzying layers of questions, details, noises and responsibilities tightened my chest like wound rope, even as I kept my calm and pushed through. This evening, between wiping down pudding covered hair, attempting to answer an urgent email with spotty internet, and eating some increasingly cooling dinner, moments of the night before blinked through my mind like fireflies, and helped remind me to pay attention to what was most beautiful and fleeting- pudding hair.
It can be so easy to get caught up. And it's so important to sometimes make voluntary, the involuntary action of breathing.
