Maybe it's enough to wait until the house is quiet. Or to watch the sun rise without a pen in hand.

Maybe it's enough to light the candles and fill the tub and play the same songs again and again until you're ready to move on. 

What if you took the day, simply as it is handed to you, without trying to change a single thing?

Scrubbing the tiles could be your holy practice, putting everything in its place could be your prayer. 

When it is time to move on, you will know it.

But in the meantime, there is this day and likely many more beyond it.

What if the days and weeks and months could form a cradle?

Could you let yourself be held?

Read more January 2014 writings here.