Resting, Being

I am noticing that my brain is changed.

I don't know if it's the bed rest or the fact that my doctor expects this rainbow boy to make his debut earlier than expected, but I suddenly have very few words.  (This is why I have not been blogging very much.)  My brain often feels foggy from the combination of rest and the smoke from summer fires that is filling our valley and our home.  My body aches, my gaze has turned inward, and all I want is to simply be. 

So that is what I...