Please stop the carousel!
It’s not that I want to get off, but the constant
Spinning is making me dizzy and I’d like to
Pause
Look at this
Blooming
Daffodil
For one
moment
Before
It dries
To mulch
I’d like to
Look into
This child’s
Eyes just a
Moment longer
Before they take on
The knowledge of good and evil
To see the little flecks of gold shining
If I’m lucky enough to go around fifty more times,
I doubt it will feel like enough, especially with the
Go rounds lost to grief and other dizzying realities
So please stop the carousel, the music, the lights
Let’s linger together on the edge of another year
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Tag: Parenting
The World Whole
Child of mine
a child only a little longer
If I could send you back to Eden, I would
though it would break my heart for you to be away
Recipe for brown-butter scrambled eggs
Why wait until the weekend for a lovely twist on a classic dish?
This recipe is easy enough for everyday use!
Step 1
In a small saucepan
Begin to melt a pat of butter
Step 2
Here’s where you can add your own flair
A bit of personality to the dish!
Hear something crash in the background –
Investigate –
or
Escape for a moment in an interesting article –
Best if it’s longform –
or
Finish packing lunches –
For as many people as your house holds –
or
Pick up the living room –
Just until it’s clean, mind you –
or
You get the idea.
On Being Present with Fear
“Will I be OK?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the pool.
“Of course! Mommy and Gammy are right here!” To myself I thought, “Even on the bottom step the water would only reach your chest. Why is this such a big deal?”
We were swimming for the first time in a long time. He only came to watch his baby brother swim, but something in him still remembered the exhilaration of moving through the water. So, he consented to wear a swim suit, and then decided to put it on in advance. When we arrived, he put his feet straight in, bottom firmly planted on the side of the pool, kicking and splashing.
But now we were asking him to go all the way in.
“Will I be OK?” he asked again. Continue reading “On Being Present with Fear”
In Pursuit of More 