restless
May 1, 2016 § 2 Comments
As the rain relentlessly pelts the already soggy ground, I can feel discomfort chafe at my pleasure.
The question of what we could do pulling the joy from beneath the perfection of empty hours. Harmony cloaked in a blanket that scratches at the tenderness of stillness.
There is no thread to pull, no itch to scratch, only a pesky question to challenge the simple elegance of nothing.
I start over, determinedly, with gratitude until I forget the shape of my unrest.
It is a predictable predicament, this hastily exaggerated need; a pattern of fault that speaks light to the shadows of my best intentions.
A momentary indulgence or lingering want that distracts me from the uncomplicated ease of contentment.
monday
November 16, 2015 § 2 Comments
Today dawned gray and damp, winter chill seeping into the morning air. In quiet rebellion of Monday’s burdens, we lingered beneath our bedding and fought off the minute hand with heavy eyelids.
Rain coats too thin for the cold and fall jackets ill-fitting the dampness, it is an uncomfortable in-between. Our shoes slosh with the inconvenience of persistent puddles and our hands tuck cautiously in determined resistance.
It is a day for heavy blankets and long books, old movies and afternoon naps. Except that my children can no longer hide from responsibilities beneath living room forts and make-believe adventures.
Instead we venture past the dampness toward daydreams of day’s end; their forms bent against routine and their minds clouded with remnants of sleep.
singing in the rain
November 8, 2011 § Leave a comment
This morning my daughter reminded me that behind every dark cloud is an opportunity for joy. My lesson began just before the school bell.
I peered out the windows of our home discouraged by the sight of rain. Gloomy and disheartened by dark skies I threw a spontaneous pity party, pouting at the inevitable mess and unavoidable complications to otherwise simple tasks. Loading my daughter into the car for school I marveled at neighborhood streets flowing with water, magnificent and chaotic. As I pulled in front of the school building, my daughter’s face lit up in sheer joy as she extracted her bright pink umbrella. The car door swung open and she lept from the car eager to experience the rain. What was cold, wet, messy and uncontrollable to me was an opportunity for joy to my daughter.
I watched my little girl navigate the puddles, choosing her path mindfully from under the shelter of her pink halo and took note: in life sometimes we have to get a little uncomfortable and embrace an opportunity to find our way, joy is within us.
rain
May 25, 2011 § Leave a comment
The morning is cast in shades of gray. The sun rests hidden behind dark clouds, while the persistent percussion of heavy raindrops are punctuated with passionate exclamations of thunder drawing us further indoors. Water runs freely across the ground and life imitates art as green and gray dance beneath the water. Lulled by the muffled sounds and darkened skies, I am lost to sleepy daydreams.
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