For the Grateful Living poem/prompt of the month: Tea
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I am finding that life with two little children can come at you fast; a constant battle for space, attention and clarity of thought. On any given day it is a struggle to prevent the almost five year old from plunging headfirst down the stairs after several pirouttes (blame Irish dancing) and the one and a bit year old from chomping heartily on any and all cables of differing compositions. The days in which I pranced about, banged out 10ks for fun, or leisurely thumbed through an number of paper backs are well past now it seems.
This is where rituals and reset come in – a Zequenz notebook being a small shelter from the storm of life. So here’s to small strokes and flourishes by which a racing mind is quelled just enough to keep from spiralling into over drive.
Small mercies!
