To Float

I feel adrift today, with many things that need to be done and many things I want to do.  They all sit at the edge of my attention waiting to see where I will put my focus.  The garden with its weeds, which will be there again in a day or two. The house which needs to be vacuumed and given a general wipe down. Preparing something for the neighbor's potluck this afternoon. My husband's business accounts, Christmas presents to knit, soup to make and freeze, friends to text, my book- which is calling me because I am at a "good part," letters to write, the attic to sort through, shifts to schedule at the library.

It is a sunny fall day, the wind is playing the chime by the window, and the dappled shadow of the hemlock outside plays on the wall, time fades when I contemplate.  I could gladly stay in this moment and do nothing.  I guess I can understand my 14-year-old, and what he is going through this 1st month of high school.  His mind is so full of promise.  He is having a hard time focusing on his homework.  And once done, turning it in.  I feel for him.  It is a harsh world for one who lives in books, and his head or someone who is fond of drifting.

So I will try and be a good example and prioritize my day, get busy with doing something.  Oh, to be in a world where I could just float and be.