it's place, it's way.

 

February 2025

 

Hi there, 

Kris here.

 

If I have understood anything as a mother, certainly as a mother to many, 

it is this: there is a time for everything. 

 

When I am feeling particularly pressed from external places, and even when I am feeling pressed from internal places, 

I find comfort in knowing that there is nothing new under the sun, and that there is a time for everything. Chaos has its place, and the challenges of life are inevitable. But both realities remind me that the opposite also has its place. There are places for calm, and places for ease.

 

This Black February in the U.S. has been many things. I'll spare you the details of what you have already lived, what you already know. But when things are wild outside, for me, and mine, and when things are wild inside, in my personal life; I go to battle with the difficult realities by focusing on my controllable factors. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I welcome my days in manageable parts. They are small. I tell myself that it is morning, and that is all. In the morning time, I thank God for another day, write, brush my teeth, make my way. 

 

I make simple decisions, ones that do not disrupt my whole world, “shall I make Earl Grey, coffee? Listen to Coltrane, Common?" I send client texts, and colleague emails, make copies of math and writing worksheets, kiss sleepy-eyed kids and ponder what would feel best for breakfast, given this day.

 

And when times are particularly tough, 

I orchestrate with simple grandeur. I lay the table with cloth, tea and treats, to watch the leaves swirl and make the afternoon pretty, sweet. I flow through day projects, ones that were another day too big, noting how easy it turns out to be when I let time have its place, its way.