I am sitting in my screened in room this morning and all is quiet. The sound is unfamiliar as all summer there has been the pitter patter of feet and the unsuppressed sounds of every emotion moving through a 3 year old and 5 year old’s body. Moments of delight, boredom, adventure, peace and conflict within. All reflecting back to me what was in flow or not in my own body.
As I walked Noah down to the bus this morning for his first day of grade 1, I was reminded …