Scatter me to the wind
Take my pieces to their destined place
For when they return
I will be whole once again
I have been so scattered lately. Routines I vowed to start with the New Year have fallen to the way side, chores have become neglected, new books lie unread, and projects remain half finished. My oldest said to me the other night, "We really need a night time routine mama, a fun one." He came up with it, within 5 minutes of suggesting a routine. He didn't need everything to be "just right" to start, everything was "just right" because he started.
We also prayed that night for their Pajoe, my father. We held his face in our "brains" and prayed for his strength and recovery. Later we found out, that at the time of our prayers, my dad asked the nurse to see my mom. It was the first coherent thing he has done since being admitted to the hospital. The Badger was floored! "I knew it, I knew it, I knew Pajoe would feel me."
I guess its ok to be scattered sometimes, as long as you trust in the process and are being present even when you feel your parts are all over the place. Only then, will you be able to see the guiding hand of a six year old, pulling your pieces back together and making you whole again.