Things have gotten very busy in our little house this last week.
I have been charging around at a zillion miles per hour organising the details of my trip to Singapore – interviews with designers and boutiques, meeting friends, organising birthday drinks, managing a charity event, emailing people, calling people, picking the kids up from school and classes, helping them with homework, cooking dinner, washing clothes.
My brain is full of ideas, plans, strategies, schedules. My thoughts are swirling with reminders and to-dos. Time is getting tighter. And I can just feel something inside me looking for that moment of rest. That quiet place.
My 5yo son grew some sunflowers for a school project. A few weeks later, he brought them home and out of obligation, I planted them in a garden bed next to our car. Just so we would remember to water them everyday.
It’s been lovely seeing them grow. Bit by bit each day. New leaves. A little taller. A little greener. Buds. They are like our little friends swaying in the wind, nodding at us, and waving farewell.
In the midst of our daily hustle and bustle, our flurry of daily activities, rushing here and there, we see LIFE. As it is. Steady and continuous. Ongoing and faithful. Unaffected by us.
I found my moment.
A baby sunflower. It was all I needed.