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“I adore simple pleasures. They are the last refuge of the complex.” – Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891, Irish dramatist, novelist, poet (1854 – 1900)
wow….it’s the middle of the afternoon and I just finished a hot bath while my little boy quietly sleeps in a warm stream of sunlight flooding through the front hallway. Playing on my speakers is a new Tony Rebel album called Rebellious that I picked up for a buck on St-Viateur during the Bon Voisins street fair. Outside I can hear children calling in the playground and leaves rustling with each passing gust of autumn air.
With the hands on the clock seeming to spin on fast forward these days….school daze blending into weekends….work blending with family…family joining in work….it feels like I rarely get a chance to stop, hear my thoughts and reflect on how it feels to watch the children grow, share my life with a “hands-on” partner and do work that I love. It feels like most of the time I’m either pinning down the baby to change a stinky diaper, sweeping the floors for the um-teenth time or hassling the girls to finish their dinner, put on pyjamas or brush their teeth. Life has handed me such a curve ball over the last 5 years that I never could’ve seen it coming! But to be honest, with the rise of chaos in my daily routine has come a sort of clarity, that has lifted me out of the haze of my early twenties and placed me on a lookout for the quiet pleasures that are all around. Sooo, I’ll keep prodding on keeping an eye out for those simple pleasures that are truly the fuel in my lifeboat.