The Morning of My Great Happiness

Is this the morning of my great happiness? The one I was told to wait for?

Damp February light filtered through every window - each direction brings its own blessing.
We were alone, quiet in the house, barefoot, warm, sleepy-headed, without plans.
I followed her as she followed whatever plan also guides birds and stars,
Patterns emerge which may or may not have intrinsic meaning-
As we observe the ritual meaning is made.

These thoughts coalesced as I sat on a bench by the kitchen door watching my daughter at play. Gather peace where it finds you.

Violet Monday

6:15 and the baby is crying, despite staying up past bedtime at a Super Bowl party. I pull her long, pajama bottom limbs from her crib without saying good morning, lay down in the guest room bed to nurse until she sits up laughing like a trickster Buddha. She looks out and around with a bright, turned up face, eyes slightly squinted in the first light, an enigmatic wavelength she intimately knows.

Currently Reading

The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers.

The Empathy Thing

"I know, dear one" we say without thinking to our babies when they cry because we sense how important it is to be not alone. Empathy is understanding through experience, being at one. There, there. I've been there. You are, we are, going to be fine.