Saturday. The laundry is washed, dried, folded and put away. My bread is in the oven. Sheba is underfoot, of course. I send her out with a bone. She is happy. Life does not need to be hard.
That is what I am learning today. Life does not have to be hard. You put one foot in front of the other. You take a step. You reach out, if you can, and touch someone. You breathe in and out. You stay and live in this moment because that is all that is open to you. And it is good….living in the moment.