forgetting to take a breath

i've just visited the greenhouse. it's early evening. keith has taken eamon to a movie. it's our last night together and tomorrow we take eamon back to st. john's. i picked basil and a few peppers and the only ripe little tomatoes to take in with us. the stillness of the moment poured over me and into me. for the past 2 weeks - with lots of family visiting. with the busyness in my head preparing for next week in woody point, i think i had forgotten to breathe...