the ride
the longer I live the clearer it is to me that life is not a finite achievement to be accomplished. It is what I breathe, see and feel every minute of every day. There is not finish line, as I used to think when I was a young mother/wife.
Emotions and "hits" are difficult to maneuver through, as my oldest is experiencing. Heartache and struggles are inevitable despite our good intentions. The phone rang Saturday morning at 2am. It was the call we all dread and hope we never get. " " is in trouble and I need your help, said his roommate. Many factors were involved and none of them safe or good. Then call number 2 came this morning for child #3. My youngest has had his drivers license less than a month and had his first collision this morning. I’ve been on nearly no sleep the past several days from what is going on with my oldest and after receiving the phone call this morning about the collision it occurred to me that this is life. Messy and unpredictable, reminding us to stay on for the ride. It’s always risky and vulnerable to love so many and so much. It puts us out there on a tightrope with no net but when we do take the risk, the reward is so fucking great. Like a beautiful piece of textile with different textures and colors.
I took a short walk, cleared any pressures I had for myself to accomplish anything today and will just "be"….nourishing myself today so that I can nourish those who will need me when they arrive home.
and yes, both children are safe and relatively unharmed physically.



