In this moment::
I am:: wearing my first hand sewn skirt. And I'm so very happy about it.
I am:: falling in love with the book A Homemade Life, with its rich recipes and sweet prose. And I'm so very happy about that too, especially after just finishing the book Infidel, which disturbed and challenged my thinking in more ways than one.
I am:: still sighing over Max's words this morning, "Mama, you make the best pillow."
I am:: still grinning about Noah's exclamaition last night "Mom, I totally love your laugh."
I am:: feeling in tune with my choice to stay home, raise a family, grow our life; looking forward to planting our garden and later, washing dirt from small fingers; wondering how to be an activist without actively over-committing; thinking it is a luxury to wonder such things; wanting to write a poem after reading these words:
"When I grow weary
of the ceaseless prattle
of my brain-sealed
mind-talk, the inner
color commentator who
never lets the action
speak for itself, I
split off, stand away,
become the benign,
of the entity named"
which is part of a poem by this writer, one of my favorites, and also, my friend.
I am:: learning to be okay with-- no, that's not quite right-- learning to celebrate the me that I am, inconsistent, full of conviction, always scattered and sometimes just. simple.