It’s rainy, it’s sunny, it’s warm, it’s cold. I stay inside, go outside, curl up, stretch out. I watch the news, teach yoga, talk to family and friends; I bake chocolate chip cookies and bread. There is dismay, disbelief, connection, creativity, a turning inward while being called to look out. This week holds a bit of everything, it holds a lot.
The shadow falls onto my page as I write. I watch the shadow move as I watch my hand move as I listen to the words that want to be said. Said to the page, private for now, but I wonder if someday there will be more.
It’s hard to stay open some days, is hard to hold steady. Motherhood is no joke, being a human on this planet at this moment in time is no joke. Nothing is funny, except for the antics of my teenage daughter on a Tuesday, except for the game I play with my teenage daughter and son on a Wednesday. So, yes, some things are funny, but I want more. I want lightness and ease, I want things to be less hard for the ones I love and for the ones I don’t even know. It’s a tall order, maybe, but I want it nonetheless and I believe it can be so.
If we are fractured
we are fractured
bred to shine
in every direction…
~ Dorianne Laux ~