A holiday is nearly upon us. The school days are fragmented, the to-do lists are mounting. Nerves are frazzled, errands are crippling, relatives are arriving. Forget the trimmings, forget the details, remember just this: The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. Rabindranath Tagore Revel in your moments. xo
Through my girls and for them— Saturday mornings sitting in honey-colored light with Fin. The way it feels when she places her hands on me. Catching a smile break across Briar’s face. Hearing the laughter that erupts when they romp. Watching Fin “ballereting.” Listening to Briar read. Watching Avery across the yard as she works with Sean. Understanding that they are who matter. Rising to the moment to be worthy of them. Perching on the periphery of childhood. Finding new ways to make them laugh. When I look outward it can be grueling, but a 1/4 turn toward my girls and I am reminded of hope, possibility and the kind of love that anchors in my marrow. And so I turn. And I love.…
This post may seem a departure, but the work side of me is very much a part of who I am. I cannot fathom not sharing this huge chapter with you. Thank you for indulging me. I remember during the height of my involvement at The Capitol Theatre, there was a shift. The routine of showing up before dawn to meet the truck drivers and staying a few hours shy of 24 hours to smoke the last cigarette as we buttoned up the theatre while the trucks rolled away, was my life. After the battle of asserting that I was more than a chick and more than the daughter of the boss, I was accepted and I excelled. I wore my role as Operations Manager…
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I know that we cannot always live within the light. I mean, if there is light, than there has to be dark, right? I am a sentimental and a romantic and a believer in black and white, so the gray and the dark pummel me, most of the time I respond with an adamant, “No!” Sometimes though, something happens and there is no other way to describe what I am feeling than to say it is sorrow. I just went and checked to be certain that I wasn’t misusing the word: a feeling of deep distress caused by loss, disappointment, or other misfortune suffered by oneself or others It went on to list lamentation: a passionate expression of grief or sorrow I am steeped…
Yesterday Fin was talking about having her temperature taken at school. This morning I got the girls to school late. (No one’s hair was brushed.) On the walk home from the bus stop Briar told me that she “had to leap my frog,” because her homework wasn’t done. (Fin had no shoes on in the stroller.) Avery just told me that “someone sent me to school with a peanut thing in my lunch.” (I also failed to send in her “Home fire safety plan.”) Basically it has been a three strikes and I am a failure of a parent kind of day. (I know that’s not true, but today I feel like it is.) Just crap.