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
like stars
bred to shine
in every direction…

~ Dorianne Laux ~

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