The sun peaks over the hills
Rays pour into my kitchen
I sit with hot coffee,
Contemplating my day
The longing for peace and quiet
The longing for time to write my words
The longing for time to share with friends
The longing for a perfect day
The sun brightens
I write but not my words, those for someone else
I use time to run and be with myself, but have little left for friends
The day is not perfect but it is
The sun is peaking through clouds
I sit at a kitchen table with a mug of coffee
I am typing words that are mine
I am wondering how long I can spend like this
The clouds and sun play peek-a-boo
The words flow easily
The friends are in and out, both virtually and in reality
The day is closer to perfection
Longing for a combination of these days
Understanding, in time, that will come
Supposing I can wait but not wanting to
Time will tell
Nicki's Nook 
As mothers, as WOMEN, life pulls us in so many directions. Not always the ones we want. We have to remember, as you write here, to honour our needs, our own desires. Lovely Nicki!
Nicki. Another great post. Love these words. The images. The feeling of a day unfolding and wanting to do it all. Perfection.
Lovely. A meditation. One we so rarely get to actually experience.
Hi Nicki – The way you’ve captured the different directions you are pulled in as a woman, writer, friend, and mother really resonates with me.
“Longing for a combination of these days.” Amen to that!
Such a lovely, beautiful read. Because we’re all somehow there.
That is so clever, Nicki!
Beautiful, Nicki. Sounds lovely.
Very lovely.