JUST BREATHING

Do you ever feel afraid to just breathe? Just stop and take it all in whatever it is. Lately I've felt imprisoned by my own expectations and to-do lists. Why can't I get it all done? I've not allowed myself the freedom to just sit and experience.

Early this morning I awoke to a small storm. There was the light tapping of tiny hail on my window and flashes of lightning illuminating the dark bedroom. I could do nothing but listen and be in awe of it all. Later on I sat on the porch and soaked in the smells of a rain drenched sunrise. The smell of wet grass and trees. The crack of a pine tree limb that's been trying to break off for months. The morning chill that a storm leaves. The humming of my middle son eating cereal before going fishing with his dad.