The highlight of today was that my kids came over. I saw their faces, heard their voices–what they said or didn’t say. They ate dinner at our table, jumped in surprise at the Halloween bowls that snatched at their hands and laughed at the red-eyed Dracula rising from his coffin, screaming and cackling while scary music blared in the background. After dinner, Ella did homework and Judah and I played Canasta with Alan. Judah won! Then he and I went in the library where he took up residence in my hammock swing while I played “In the Bleak Midwinter” on the ukulele. Then I gave him one ukulele, I picked up the other and we played together. Judah’s so musical I knew he’d pick it up right away and he did. We played “House of Gold” by Twenty-one Pilots and the Brother Iz version of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”. So much fun!
Do you ever evaluate your day and look for a common theme? Here is a rambling poem-ish for today.
If I held up my hours like precious beads
clear, opaque, shining, rough
unique, ordinary, startling, dull
and wondered what held them together
my heartbeat and breath, here as long as I am
my emotion, hot and quick like lava or cool and dark as a cave
and all the nondescript in betweens, what would it be?
It would be me–all of those facets found
at edges of tears and full blown smiles,
frayed, tense times as well as moments light and tranquil.
My thoughts, feelings and what I do with them
Giving or withholding grace, kindness, help, a listening ear.
Moving with another’s mood, finding where the pauses are and holding the silence
living the uncertainties and sadness, bringing encouragement to a downtrodden soul
being myself and loving out, loving deep, loving into and through
the things I’d rather not remember and what I’m most proud of
there is an art to being alive, to being. So I will keep being me.