Culmination

Rolls off the rung of some ladder. Do I join the ol' Girl Scouts with my younger? Does a camping trip with four or less stranger-to-me women, just weeks away (less than two) serve my blood right? I mean, is it my responsibility to take more under my wing, shed those feathers a depth or two, soak the sweat up. I mean just be nervous, like usual.

And then be proud for having pulled it off...group-made trail mix, everyone brings one of the ingredients. Team building for grade school year olds, and lots of nice mothers coming up with the ideas. Like, so many of them.

Can't wait.

Case study

An unappreciated passion, writing this stuff for emptied out ears, my own. Soul's still announcing its presence word by word, put this, no that, okay be in charge. If it feels somewhere in that middle, presents itself as authentic and in the moment, then there. Forgiving itself each time, too many commas, endings too blunt...oh well.

Finding the force deep within, where nothing original can push through until peace is made, within. Not without, fooled someone I'm sure. Keeping an eye on that seeker of truth, where suggestions are made, not thought out, just arising. Open health.

Where now in this privacy I can just listen and respond and allow it all to be right. Or correctomundo someone would resound if I let them. Lengthening thoughts now that an appeal has been made, done just standing around. Being stupid if I let it. I let it.

A glimmer of hopefulness

Small strategies of manipulating word tenses, because tomorrow's gonna surpass today, just like normal. Seeking help, an additional mood lifter, I promise the deep end will be too far away.

A small push upward, to cancel out the pull forever downward. Leaded weights tire my strength before it meets its maximal intensity, just lift. Me from where I am, striking the highest of thoughts but that follow-through, we've missed. Skip beat.

Stablize that middle so I can land, please.

I'll make up for it

Today's breakfast began last afternoon when I thoughtfully prepared crusty banana bread for my youngers. It is they (the youngest two) who benefit most from rhythm, from routines that convince more delights will follow tomorrow.

As I served peanut butter bananas on the side of this morning's breakfast, I patted myself on the back for thinking ahead. A batch of ripening bananas prompted the ingredient-buying trip, no wait, I already had what was missing.

Vanilla yogurt.

Reading

"The wicked plot against the righteous, and gnash their teeth at them; but the Lord laughs at the wicked, for he knows their day is coming. The wicked draw the sword and bend the bow to bring down the poor and needy, to slay those whose ways are upright. But their swords will pierce their own hearts, and their bows will be broken."

The Lord makes firm the steps of those who delight in him; though they stumble, they will not fall, for the Lord upholds them with his hand."

Psalms 12, 23

God uses everything

...and that surprised me. Every delusional thought ever birthed, turns out, can be used for the benefit of the grace receiver. Thankfully, I spent an entire year in an altered state of conciousness that would rival the aims of the most dedicated buddah out there.

Won't get into the details of how far off the beaten path I strangely, yet willingly wandered. But far. All, so it appears, so I can understand romance, become a better writer, and appreciate my husband on every level for the godsend he is. Cracked in two, I tell you!

But, climbing out gradually only to realize that I've lived a hell of an interesting year despite my better interests. Of which, there was less than the doctor would've ordered, but still amazingness, in spades.

Morning roost

Kids came downstairs to shower me with presents. So far a bookmark, a magnetic photo frame all crepe papered, and a handwritten card. Moms love these and conveniently so do I!!! Especially from the cutest curly-haired daughter you've ever given birth to.

Still waiting to open the rest of my bounty from adoring children, who I can't get enough of. Skipping church even, to maximize family appreciation time. And again, when summer gets here, I'm at my best. Nothing like family back in the nest.