“Being connected to everything has disconnected us from ourselves and the preciousness of this present moment.” L. M. Browning
July 1 finds me settling into retirement with a few holes in my “plan”. I won’t be spending some of that extra time with dad. I won’t be hiking the Scottish Highlands. I won’t be joining a weekly knitting circle or an in-person book group.
But I am sure there will be some wonderful, tiny moments this month. The not-so-tiny person will be joining me each week to dig in the garden and read books. And I bet I will be able to arrange some baby dates with the tinier person – more likely playing on the floor and reading on the couch.
There will be time for walking and hiking and dusting off my bicycle. I have plans for finishing a few quilts and a few knitting projects. My July notebook is ready for the pen. Flowers, fresh fruit, lots of water and vegetables, and an occasional scotch on the rocks (dad’s drink of choice) while I sit on the deck.
July seems a good month to notice the “preciousness of the present moment.”