Weaving Sorrows into Gold
I try to live in the present…but lately I question if I am able to do so with any real grace. It is a true test to be unable to feel and hear your own thoughts as two little ones squeal, run and push you for constant attention. The ability to remain present, peaceful and balanced seems to me a sick joke created by older retired people (or singles, or monks, or those who have endless wells of personal resources to create their day).