Just finished with a long meeting. Head a bit muddled and blurred. Reading each line seven times to be sure I didn’t miss anything. Doing a little toggling of my medicine and always trying to balance what’s working and what isn’t. Anyway, today I will drink a lot of water, do a bit of work, get some sun and try to get enough protein. That will be enough.
This is the space where I put things when I don’t have enough time to untangle them fully. To that end, here’s the quote from Kelly Corrigan’s book Glitter and Glue. This is the quote that completely undid me this weekend; the quote I am still chewing on, observing from different angles as it brings me to tears and then awe and then shatters the box where my thoughts sit:
But now I see there’s no such thing as a woman, one woman. There are dozens inside every one of them. I probably should’ve figured this out sooner, but what child can see the women inside her mom, what with all that Motherness blocking out everything else?
Slipping. Slipping.
There’s a precipice here somewhere. I get near it. Then I rally, plant some flowers, get ice cream and step back. But then the ground gets shaky and the earth erodes and suddenly, there’s that edge again.
One breath at a time. One moment at a time.
The three year old informs me that “our feets have thumbs too, mom.” I hang onto those observations because I am convinced that’s what matters. I ignore the heaviness in my gut, exhaling it out.
Rainy days always do this to me. Time to pick fresh flowers. Carefully.
An Absurdly Magnificent Life 