open invitation no. 22: you have time

Find time.

It has been many weeks since I’ve written a blog post on my own blog. Each week I know exactly what I want to write:

A list of things to never-forget from Hannah’s graduation party
The way whimsy took over and led us to offering a win for the kids
A few lines about my writer-self
The gratitude that comes with the shift from summer to fall

Each week light and darkness, mostly light, fill my days, and before I know it the moon is high in the sky and my blog post is only written in my mind.

Find time. It’s a discipline writers must develop. There will always be one more thing tapping for attention. Let’s make time to write and share our stories with this charming community. It’s a challenge that is for me, and I hope you’ll accept it, too!


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Published by Ruth Ayres

Unhurried. Finding the magic in the middle of living. Capturing a life of ridiculous grace + raw stories.

11 thoughts on “open invitation no. 22: you have time

  1. Finding time…oh I have the time now, lots of time, but also so much to fill in the hours. The hours go so quickly. My brain is sharp and my body energetic when I arise in the early morning. So much to do, and much of it on my feet, getting chores accomplished. To sit, to write, that takes a shift in the body. My brain flies with ideas to put on paper, but my body flies with work in the yards, which, like writing, also brings me joy. Then, to just sit on the front porch, watching the sun rise in the sky. Like you, I think of what I would write, but instead, I sit for that moment, looking.

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