The Wisdom of Innocence
All in all our mornings are quite peaceful. Which feels like a luxury when the world around us feels unending chaos. They’re earlier than I would like, but the darkness of early dawn offers a stillness in a world, otherwise kinetic, that I choose to savor as a human—much less a mother. As book lovers, we’ve made it a point to read to him early. Starting with classics: The Rainbow Fish, Where The Wild Things Are, and Goodnight Moon. He’d often lose interest, or fall asleep, quite quickly. This one is different.
The Dream: How moments become meaning
All too often, we rush to the next milestone. Scored by “I can’t wait,” “wait until,” and “just wait.” As though the present is a waiting room between where you were and wish you could be. Is it possible that the dream we’re waiting for is hiding in brief moments of breath?
The Unfolding: Why curiosity beats resolutions in a life still being written
What if the magic of a new year is in the unknowing? The permission for whimsy. The beauty in the unfolding.
Just a Few More Minutes
Just a few more minutes To hold you while you sleep A few more minutes Where the world won’t utter A peep Just a few more minutes While you’re this small Where nothing else matters At all Just a few more minutes To savor this scene As your heart beats With mine As it did […]
The Mother
In all my life
I’ve never felt so wild
and tame
So surrendered to the fact
that life will never
be the same.
The Human Builder Credo
In one door, told what’s “wrong with you,” out the next, told what’s “broken within you,” and in another to purchase your pills. The louder the internal conflict, the more muted the external manipulation becomes. The more full the “doctor’s” books, the less care and attention can be offered, and the more can be charged. If the doctor’s unsure, then surely there’s a high-ticket test that can determine the cure.