Over the weekend I read through a number of entries in a dream journal I used to keep, years ago, and encountered an abundance of threads related to, frequent mentions of, those I worked with at the time. Today, I continued to think about the importance of the many people I'm connected to, however peripherally, and made a little more of an effort than is natural for me. I took the time to check in with a couple of friends. At school, picking up the boys this afternoon, I exchanged pleasantries with those I ran into, when I could have as easily said hello and walked on by.
For whatever reason, I played the soundtrack to Notting Hill as I tidied up the house this afternoon, and as I worked I had the thought that domestic activities are part of married-with-kids romance. They’re part of the glue that holds family life together, not always enjoyable tasks, not altogether essential, but acts that make the home a better place to be.
I hope your week is off to a good start. xo