Being still tonight

Here it is, almost 9:00 pm, and I don't feel like writing tonight.

I'm sad about Dolly Parton dying, and spent an hour watching Steel Magnolias - all the scenes in Truvy's beauty salon, all the wisdom (and nonsense!) that was shared there. Thank you, Dolly, for being a bright steady light in the world. I especially appreciated Kahlil Greene's remembrance: Dolly Parton Was the Ally We Should All Strive to Be

I've got some work to do, but don't feel energized. The radio is off, the windows are open, and I can hear the crickets loud and clear.

Are they inviting me swing into productivity or sit still?

I think... if I listen carefully... it's sit still.

I could maybe sort through some books, or respond to a few texts.

There is laundry to do, and a package that needs me to find the right-sized box and an updated address.

I have a friend to call, a dinner to schedule, the Signal chat to catch-up on.

But the crickets are encouraging me to listen to them and slow down.

So I will drop this Slice here, then shut the laptop and silence the phone.

I will move even closer to that open window.

Take a few deep breaths.

Slow down my internal list-making and find the quiet, find the stillness that is oh-so close.

Beloved Auggie was ready to snuggle longer this morning...

I think we're both ready to hit the hay tonight.