Whit turned eight. We celebrated with a small party: a trip to the batting cages, pizza, and Lego-shaped cupcakes.
I had a spinal tap. I do not recommend.
Whit played with his hockey team on the ice during a Bruins game. This was an enormous thrill for all.
We had a marvelous family trip to Washington DC.
It snowed. A whole lot.
We celebrated Easter at a place that’s holy for our family: a deserted, wind-swept beach outside of Boston that we love best off-season and empty.
My favorite post from these months, about an evergreen theme, the endless, begin-again effort to be present in my own life: Tears at Hockey
My favorite quote from this season:
Every moment in life is absolutely itself. That’s all we have. There is nothing other than this present moment; there is no past, there is no future; there is nothing but this. So when we don’t pay attention to every little this, we miss the whole thing.
And the contents of this can be anything. This can be straightening our sitting mats, chopping an onion, talking to one we don’t want to talk to. It doesn’t matter what the contents of the moment are; each moment is absolute. That’s all there is, and all there ever will be.
~ Charlotte Joko Beck
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