I know it is hugely cliche and completely overstated... but spring is feeling like a miracle this year. Maybe because the last 12 months have been a whirl of wake ups and walks and feeding and naps and soft voices and all very very inward gazing. The rest of the world ceased to really exist.
Spending the last 3 days out in the air and sun and sky feels like a new experience. And watching baby take in the leaves and grass and the view from a picnic blanket, well, IS a new experience. Seeing him reminds me of what's new to discover. What's crazily beautiful as a stick or a toe or a spoon. We are both emerging -- him for the first time and me again.
And it is perfect that this week I start back not only running the workshops again for Life Clubs, but also coaching. I do feel oddly, and inexplicably ready. Which also feels like a miracle. Maybe because the last 12 months have been so baby and getting ready for the new world order and new scary and very very other. I doubted my sense of self, my brain, and my attention span would be able to coach. Or coach effectively.
I am happy that the early reports are that it feels GOOD to work a little. It does complete the fuller picture of who I am. Feels right to begin again -- but now with a deeper, richer and really centered launch pad.
Who I am as a mom and who I am becoming is adding to me as a person and as a coach. I think my heart has grown a new chamber that Lewis lives in and yet, I still have room for more.
This is good news.
I feel so grateful that I get to participate in serving others to get happy. And so I begin again with fresh eyes, delighted by the miracles of my life.