Fluid movement from one place or one state of being to the next
Not always smooth though, as I am discovering
It’s difficult to keep focused
In part because I can’t see what’s on the horizon, what’s next
Everything keeps shifting, despite my best efforts
Entangled in a gauzy web
Stuck figuring out a strategy for getting to that place where I need to be
That’s the trouble though
It’s not easy to stay put, to just be
Yet it’s not simple to move forward when you don’t know where you’re going
I need a plot change
But knowing I need it is not enough
Nothing is quite enough these days
We sat and gazed out over the ocean waves
As far as we could see
Dug our toes in the cool sand
We surfed together
Just him and I, letting the gentle current guide our way
We share the same laugh, you know
We both seek joy from the wild, and by connecting with others
When it was almost time to bring the day to an end
I went and laid down on the peach and white striped towel
He bounced down beside me, nestling his tiny nose into the corner of my neck, soaking wet from the surf, and sandy
& in that moment
I felt more joy than any other moment that day, that week, the whole summer
Moments with any other cannot even compare
He is my joy
Oh how I love this little boy
I can’t sleep.
I tried, it didn’t work.
It didn’t work, so I poured myself a drink hoping that would work.
But it didn’t.
So I thought I would give writing a try.
Then I realized I really have nothing to say.
So now I am tired, drunk, and writing.
We have to be the person
we want to be in this life.
Live by the morals and principles we espouse
and teach our children.
Otherwise, what’s the point?