becoming: Breathing In, Breathing Out

I don't care how long you can hold your breath under water; eventually, you gotta come up for air.

I love being a mom. I consider it the highest calling in life - to shape and mold little people. But too much up-close work and your eyes get tired and you start to have trouble seeing. So when Jon came home early yesterday and suggested I take some time to myself...I might have been out the door before he finished his thought. (Confession: I mighta also been a bit hyped up on leftover candy corn. But either way, I was excited.)

Three delicious hours all to myself.

I grabbed my camera, a coffee and drove to one of the quietest places I know around here.

Lux, I'm tellin' ya.

And I blame Swiss Family Robinson for this, but I think I could live in a tree house somewhere...preferably in a place withOUT tornadoes, I suppose.

I'm a simple girl. And there's something tailored-just-for-me about a quiet wooded space. Being covered by so much bigness let's my soul return to breathing in and out.

And then I noticed these little guys. Surrounded by crunchy brown and they don't care. They are just bloomin' and flashin' bright, fuchsia smiles, like they don't even know it's fall.