Movement is all around us. The swish and flap of a birds wings, the flutter of a butterfly dancing from flower to flower, the buzz of a bumble be as it finds it way in its drunken flight. We are moving breathing, blood flowing, eyes blinking, walking, typing we are always moving even in sleep. The earth is moving on its planetary course. The plants, growing indecipherable movement towards the sun, or away. Everything has movement, except in death then still it lies, no movement of its own. Its only movement left will be performed by others.  

This year is certainly moving by quickly, March already. Three more weeks of this nonprofit leadership class I am in, and then a short week off. There is so much to do and learn and dream. Yet sometimes it seems so little time to do it in. Already this week is moving by and my to list is growing, the time off shrinking. Yesterday I came home from work early because my mother-in-law was very sick and needed to be taken care of and there was no one else there to do it. It was my night to make dinner too, and I had schoolwork to do…so….I ordered pizza and went to sleep at nine and got nothing else accomplished. I am still recovering from such a schoolwork intense weekend. Usually I plan out my schoolwork so I can at lease have part o my Sunday off and get some needed R&R but two late nights and an early morning coupled with no time off has left me feeling ragged around the edges. I am hoping that my persistent sinus headaches that have taken up semi-permanent residence in my brain decide to leave and that a (hopefully) quieter week will return me to feel like myself again but I don’t know…

Until something changes, hanging on with all I have have.