the questions
how to make the words come when they sit idle, close behind ear yet far. how to line phrases when the world spins by over and over. how to sit with journal in lap quiet with dishes rising, dust claiming its residency. how to stay content with five good words on an average mama day. how to bask in first words from eight-toothed mouth: mama, dadadadada, hi. how to keep my spirit still when it begs to run anxious down apartment hall. how to rest in future plans when all seems ebb of mist. how to be anxious for nothing. how to see mouth filled, white and black keys played, mastery of slide, dinner plated, life as it should be, no more. how to sit with toddling one and know the world full.
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yes, how. the writer’s eternal question… one that babies seem to have the answer to.
Hi Christina,
yes. How?… is a big question. and the restlessness that sits on the periphery is gnawing constantly. perhaps these days with busy toddler feet and never satiated little hands are the ones where we have to just be. soak it all in. return to the child eyes. see like a child again. become a student of the child. listen with all our might. there is so much we have forgotten. the words will follow soon enough.
and the dishes somehow always get done, and the dust… well, the dust… I have lost my battle with dust.
but kids constantly stir the dust:-)
oh, such wise words from women of words, women of child. thank you.
daniela, i think you’re right. it is my time to breathe. to see. and hear. looking forward to continue this conversation when we meet.
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