we were sitting on the bleachers, watching the side by side kids launch their rockets when we heard a little tiny ding noise and emily, upset, exclaimed that she she had dropped her earring in the tall grass under the bleachers. braden went to look for it, and none of us were really supportive of him. and then a few moments later he popped up with this held between his fingers. he’d found emily’s earring! that is skill.
then i was hit with the need for BEing time {as madeleine l’engle calls it}; to just sit and exist and rest and be quiet. so i grabbed the book i’m currently reading {and it was good, by madeleine l’engle} and decided to sit behind the chapel, because i have never done that. mosquitoes did a fantastic job of eating me, so although i enjoyed my few minutes behind the chapel, i might have to go back to the bench by the lake as my BEing place.