by thelifesavour

I am back from my blog holiday but I notice that I still feel like a tourist in my own life.

It doesn’t take long to lose a rhythm. I wonder how I ever kept up, how I ever kept time, before. 

But then I watch my baby, who has recently become a musician; banging both hands down, splayed like starfish, turning every surface into a satisfying drum, or making maracas out of anything she can, trying to shake the sound out of objects that are usually silent.

She isn’t afraid of losing the beat or finding it again. Like so often, I need to follow her lead.