I was given a gift this week. I was given a couple of days in a beautiful place without kids. For the first few hours I did not know what to do with myself, so I had a nap. All great days should start with a well rested head. My goal was to do less. Less food prep, less dishes, less socializing and less internet. It turns out being awake less is also an admirable goal. It made the time I was awake so glorious I could barely contain myself. Now I know how the dew can settle like a tiny blanket fort over the shafts of wet grass in a way I did not know before.
Despite being an introvert, I do often process big life events (and many many small ones) out loud by verbally hashing out my thoughts with whoever will put up with me. But this morning when I woke up to the big red blotch on the U.S. map...all my /the words fell out. They fell out unsaid, unformed. Got to work and probably , in another time, would have annoyed my co-workers, dominating the conversation with my verbal extrusions, but not today. I just mutely stared across at them and nodded. My dad came for lunch. Normally, we relish a good political diatribe, especially when we feel sure of our perspective, but this time, all I could do was munch on fries and marvel at all the unarticulated thoughts that I was not even bothering to retrieve. The silence inside me was noticeable. Social media was awash with reactions and I just looked away. I couldn't bear to read one word about it. I was not receptive to any reactions, accusations, reflections, words...
awesome. and i mean that in an old fashioned awe-struck way... and that photo? sheesh... awesome.
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