permission granted.

Well, it’s our last week of summer over here. Next week my kids start school—all three of them for the first time. It’s a big week. A big change. So naturally, I’m feeling all the feelings.

But this week was slow and simple. This week was a cabin trip filled with movies, card games, and blackberry picking. Late afternoon thunderstorms and cool breezy nights. This week, I didn’t write out a newsletter; I didn’t do any writing at all. This week, everything stopped for just a moment before the back-to-school busyness, the schedules, and the homework. 

That’s all I have for you this week. No new thoughts. No prose or poetry. Just real life and end-of-summer feelings. 

This week I gave myself permission not to move forward but to stay perfectly still and painstakingly present. Breathing in the moment before it’s gone. 

Nothing new—no reaching, no seeking. 

Just being. 

And if you feel like you need permission to do the same, here you go. Permission granted. 

Go and breathe. Go and be. 

See you next week, my friends.