Amy Swift Crosby - the story is in the telling

I often look to the natural world to help remind me that everything… is a reflection of everything. Like so many, I am often drawn to the river as a metaphor – a wordless guide for how to think about what comes (or goes) in life.
To be water rushing and winding over stones, whose edges have been rounded by time....

In my house, we’ve been talking about how it is to be with… each other.
In my mind, I’ve been thinking about how it is to be with, period.
With two tween girls, and the fourth member of our family in another state, our togetherness – and even our apartness – has a quality    to it....

Today, I got down on my knees and did something I’m slightly ashamed to say… I haven’t done in a very       long time.
I cleaned all the floors in my house.
I scrubbed the corners of the bathrooms, the places that no one sees until they look too closely....

I can’t remember the last time…I had time.
When I wasn’t in a hurry.
When I wasn’t doing two, three, even four things — at once.