No Ends In Sight OCt 2011

~David's (9) been wearing a terrific pair of round sunglasses with his 1840's cap.  His moppy blonde hair peeking out from every rim and corner, and his precocious smile sneaking out underneath.  He's quite pleased with his new old sense of fashion. He's a different child than my others, somehow terribly alive in being adored by the older three.

~Corinne (13) is babysitting and I'm sure so well.  She may be running a more perfect home than the dear mother who left her in charge. That certainly happens when I leave her.

~Jessica (16) is outside swinging and playing her guitar with two adorable friends who I would invite to stay forever if their own mother's wouldn't miss them so.

~Douglas (17) is on an adventure.  He's out with a new old friend to visit an old new friend. 

~Rich is tracking all of their activity and will eventually wrangle them in for kisses and sleeping. It won't be an easy feat.

~I have absolutely nothing to offer but the ramblings of my own days and my own sorting.  I have no new way of learning or loving or living to give up to the world. It’s all been written, painted and sung, and by artists endlessly more talented than I.  
But I'm new.  

~I haven't been here before, so the old ways feel new on me.  More clarity comes into focus as I see fewer days ahead than in the wake, and I'm most certainly afraid of what I may not write, paint or sing.  

~But the stillness comes as I learn what I'm meant to do and do more of it.  
There are no ends in sight…