Boy Band
Words tomorrow. Tonight, simply this. These boys, they rock my world.
Recuperating
Tonight I feel like lint flicked from a pocket on the breeze, or like a piece sky blue ribbon caught in a snarl of twigs, or like a small field mouse, ears transparent and patterned with intricate veins betraying a tiny fluttering pulse, curled into a nest of fuzz and scraps of cloth beneath the [...]
Ugh.
I have mastitis and feel like crap.
Help me take my mind off it by leaving me fascinating links in the comments from the last post. Or just whimper with me. Whichever.
1 month old
Sprout is one month old and change today. I keep wishing I could go back to old posts and find out what Bean was like at 1 month, but alas, I didn’t start blogging until he was more like 3 months old so I am forced to trawl my gmail archives for the laboriously detailed [...]
Windows
I have been noticing windows this week. Squares and rectangles with light pouring in, raw and bright, the way that new spring light does.
I’ve been noticing the way windows frame a view, just so: six small squares of pine and red maple sprouting tiny buds through the glass in the solid cherry wood of the [...]
This life
I went on my first run two days ago, and another today. Two miles each time. Sunshine, mud on the road, my squishy middle conforming to supportive snug of lycra and elastic, my feet happy in my shoes. It was a small, micro slice of euphoria: those thirty minutes, me, and the muddy road.
Along [...]
In the dark
I have always feared drowning, though I am a swimmer. My body revels in the water, kicking like a dolphin, arms rhythmically breaking the surface; yet there is a dread that resides in my lungs, in my ribcage, in the pulsing four chambered pocket of my heart that fears drowning more than falling, more than [...]
Learning Curve.
Learning Curve.
There are days when I feel like cloudy water in a glass. Days when I feel spilled and lonely, and the color of the sky and the color of the melting snow is like cement, perpetual and repeated as far as the eye can see and all I want to do is crawl [...]
Protected: Finding my way to here
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Today nothing lasts
Today, sun. Today water droplets falling steadily from icicles along the eaves. Today, fat buds on the forsythia, neighbors running lines for sugaring, the sky the color of a bluebird’s back. Today I am less tired. Still, it is an adjustment, a translation, a prayer.
Sprout is eleven days old. He sleeps in his bouncy [...]