The 4th shattered item in a week.
The carved ostrich egg Kurt had given us.
A sad accident. Buddhist non-attachment is hard when sentiment is strong.
Wildness this morning that nothing could touch.
I cooked waffles, reheated pancakes, baked chocolate cupcakes for the afternoon
And then I ate my own breakfast.
As I sat down, I realized the crazy had somehow stopped, and I enjoyed two girls coloring and singing side, happy and settled at last.
And now it is 8am.