she’s arranging each tiny fish and making up a story. she whispers it quiet. these past weeks she’s crossing a line. it’s happening right now. it’s flowing downstream.
time keeps its pace.
i haven’t handled summer that well.
i’ve let time slip without intention. kids scramble and argue. i run to catch up instead of setting a good table before the day begins.
i’ve thought much about escape and vacation and just not being where i am.
i see the baby becoming the girl and try as i might i still can’t will myself to enter in to the waters of time.
“when i fully enter time’s swift current, enter into the current moment with the weight of all my attention, i slow the torrent with the weight of me all here.”
~ ann voskamp
so i’ll try again today.
try to wade into their worlds so they’ll want to wade into mine. maybe our combined weight can slow the waters before the school bells ring.
gratitude list ~ one thousand gifts ~ 2091 – 2103
swimming in the trees
weekends that disappear
a day off
up north dreaming