As I write this, I am sitting by the water's edge at our cabin. The sun is casting its warm glow and the lake sparkles with its brilliance against a cloudless sky. Tiny ripples gently lap against the granite that meanders along the shoreline. Beneath my feet is a soft cushion of moss already brimming with life. The earthy smell of wet leaves surrounds me and across the lake, by the uninhabited island, a loon calls out to it's mate. A haunting, lonely call.
Time passes without a care of what I should, would or could be doing if I wasn't here. This is my time and I plan to soak up all the energy that surrounds me.
I take in the sights, sounds and smell. I notice the pine seedlings that survived the winter, poking their heads above the undergrowth and can't help but feel gratitude. For the pines, for this moment, for the understanding of how important moments like this are in life.
Self care at its finest.