Hi there. I write a lot about life and feelings; right now, life and feelings are consistently rocky. There is always a point/counterpoint, though, and if I have learned anything over the past year of therapy and existence, I’m a pretty alive person, even at my darkest points.
Things that bring me undeniable delight:
- Working with children
- Listening to children
- Feeling kids’ joy when they realize that I see and understand them
- Writing
- Dawn
- The lift and weightlessness of running
- The lift and elation of music with beautiful beats
- The sound of my children’s hearts beating as I tuck them in at night
- The curl of my husband’s fingers around mine
- My dog
- Cats
- BABY BUNNIES
The last bullet was a surprise, as I’ve never considered myself a rabbit person, but my school recently fostered a mama and two kits, and the kits are so unbelievably calming and beautiful and adorable. This morning I arrived at work at 7:30 am and held one in my hands. Its tiny body settled into the cup of my fingers. Its eyes closed. I raised its tiny body to my cheek and breathed in it’s baby bunny fur. And then I sat there, Lint Ball’s little body against my face. I closed my eyes and felt every muscle in my body relax. And then I declared these kits Therapy Bunnies. Everyone should have a therapy bunny, but if you don’t have one, feel free to look me up.
You’re welcome.
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