sometimes
there are no answers
and there
is no conceivable way to wrap
my head around the questions
and daily situations
i am faced with.
i shake my
head at owen or myself
or whoever is journeying with me
and i ask
really?
how can this be?
is this really what we are dealing with today?
well,
okay.
and we strap on our survival suits
and go another round.
and another.
and another.
really?
again i ask?
what is the lesson today?
what is the lesson right now?
this moment?
i really wish i knew.
but until i do
i wait
with a hopeful heart.
...I picture your survival suit as glittery and colourful. With large mirror-like sequins, so you can reflect out your beauty and super powers to us all.
ReplyDeleteAnd this suit would have photos of all your family members as embroidered patches :)
And the pockets are full of special rocks and shells.
There's also an emergency pocket that has a starbucks card in it with an unlimited balance.
And a secret pocket where you store all your cherished memories.
And a pocket just for your notebook of dreams...together with a smelly felt :)
Oh, and a pocket full of loose glittery confetti and flower petals, so when you have survived the latest mission, you can release a handful into the air to celebrate :)
seriously... I want a survival suit now. they sound RAD.
ReplyDeletealso, you are so inspiring. I am currently reading your blog and getting all pregnant-lady weepy (as weepy as I ever get, that is...). I love you so much! I want to see you sometime soon!