It’s been a week since I’ve written.
Silence says something.
It says life is happening and there is no time. It says a heart is heavy and there are no words. It says, please ask. It says move along…there’s nothing to see here.
It wonders who is out there and if they care and if it matters in the dailiness of life. I know they are there for me in the drama. What about in the dreary?
Just as I’m journaling and questioning and struggling and pondering, there is a knock on the door.
A little squinch wants to dress in my room, so I let her. She dresses, then comes over to the corner where I sit.
I love you, Mom. Can I give you a kiss?
I’ve been struggling with feeling noticed and loved and cared for (which is a sign of how things are inside, since I live with an amazing man who does all of those things!). I just asked the question, Who was the last person who wondered? and in popped my little wonder-girl measure of grace with her usual antics.
Which pretty much means I am surrounded by love and care that I need to embrace, and the problem isn’t everyone else out there, it’s all right here.