End of term raggedy-edged children; filling up the diary for the Autumn term; chasing endless invoices. All of these things are soothed by moments of pause.
Pause to soothe my body and mind in the sea. Ever-changing, some days aquamarine from the top of the hill and so clear when I swim that I can see my shadow on the pebbles beneath. Some days lifting and lowering me in the swell, clouded with red silt. Other days vigorously powerful, a mass of white foam and tumbling stones.
Pause to settle into a child’s pace for a while. Peep from the double doors in the kitchen to watch Little One delighting in blowing bubbles in the garden. Lie for a while on Eldest’s bed, look up at the home-made lampshade and feel the beat of her music pulsing from the stereo.
Pause to read a novel. Switch off the world, the internet, the television. Rest my head on my husband’s shoulder. Sip a glass of wine. Stay still for long enough to let the words of a blog take form.