Life and how to live it

One way would be to NOT work all weekend, unless the work involves dirt, fabric, yarn, or screaming outside.

There is something about the expression on Soren's face and the way his foot is outstretched that sums up a lot of how I am operating these days. He looks like he is sliding into home plate, maybe, or holding on for dear life while careening around a corner in a sports car just in time to avoid....an explosion? A cliff? A very big rock? And he's there with his sister sitting serenely at his side in a hand-me-down dance recital dress and purple rain boots saying, "Everything will be fine, just hang in there, it's almost over, and then it is all good." They look like characters in a dream you might have after eating too much junk food.

These two. My better angels. Or something. I am hanging in there and coming up for air soon, I think.

Comments

[katrina craig valvis]

"My better angels."

i love that. jim refers to sophie as "My best poem ever."

[Carol Krause]

Yes, hang in there, we are all hanging on waiting for a break in the wind, or rain, or heaven forbid temps up over 60, so that farmers can plant and people can feel good about being outside. Somehow whatever we all have that puts us into a deadline, I'm sure it would feel much less burdensome if we had a bit of Sunshine, not asking for the hot sun mind you, but just a bit of the warm kind..... Hanging on, we are doing just that.