The breath of heaven touches my face,
calling me into this moment.
I am here.
The list of tasks
The urgency of productivity
The pull to do, to make, to move, to give each ounce of my energy and every second of my time.
They are here too.
But so are You.
Source of all doing, and making, and moving.
Giver of self, and love, and life.
You are your entire self in this silent moment.
And with the touch of Your breath on my face,
fluttering in my hair,
stroking my skin into sudden awareness of this particular moment,
You call me back to the truth:
Life is not the doing, or making, or moving, or even giving.
Life is being present, and knowing you are too.
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In early 2011 my family moved our home, temporarily, from New Jersey to Milan, Italy. In the process I quit what had been my dream job conducting policy-directed social science research, to focus on my other dream job, raising our two young children. The three-year adventure was exciting, exhausting, disorienting, fulfilling, and countless other contradictions. It also birthed in me a desire to share my reflections on life's joys and challenges with anyone who cares to reflect with me. Now that we have returned to the US I'm finding that the new perspective I gained in Europe has come with me, and gives me a whole new way of interacting with my home. There's still so much to learn and share! I hope you'll share the journey, and add your own lessons to my daily education.
Faith, Family, & Focaccia 