In A Funk

I woke up this morning. It was already hot. As the sweat slid down my brow my emotions slid into a funk.

I can't explain it. I know some reasons for a little funkiness, but not this.

I suspect it might connect to how tough it is for me to just be human and not so doing oriented. I want to create lists of things to do and fill the time and space. I KNOW that wonder-full things enter in when I leave enought room. But, alas, I kick and scream the whole way there.

Over the weekend I got to go to 3 parks because I left some open space. The photo at the top of this post is the rest of my family on the walk. I was inspired and joy-full.

I hope tomorrow I will leave a space open and just let it be.