My girl continued her 21st birthday festivities all through her spring break, first with her brother and cousins in D.C. last weekend and then in the city with her crew of six, four of whom came into town from their respective colleges this weekend to help her celebrate and some of whom slept over; in the midst of it all my husband did the altar arrangements for Easter in honor of his late parents and they were exquisite; we went to church as a family and to brunch afterward; we shopped for a car to replace ours that died but we didn't buy; my son bought a bike to ride to work and do triathlons this summer; my girl and I huddled in blankets and binge watched the rap soap opera
Empire all day Friday and it was perfect; I filed Important Documents that needed filing; my son and I fussed and made up and fussed and made up; he brought home a young woman to meet the family and she was lovely and easygoing; I went to therapy; I went to choir practice in midtown and felt nostalgic for my old stomping ground; the man and I went to a fancy exhibition opening at the natural history museum where he is an ichthyologist; he looked rather hot in his dressed-up-natural-scientist uniform of tweed jacket, white cotton button down shirt and tie paired with blue jeans and docksiders; we sipped red wine in mood lighting next to the soaring Allosaurus skeleton and chatted with his fellow scientists; throughout I gathered pictures, not always of the actual event but of the moments surrounding them. Here are a few snaps from the week just past, proof that I am doing my life. Brownie points if you find the "Life is running" slogan in these pictures.
The wonder and beauty of it all. Right there, woman. Right there.
ReplyDeleteMary, it sure is. I am taking it in. Love.
DeleteYou have a beautiful life on the outside---the trick is to bring your inner life into balance with that...and I do get the desolation at 2 AM and the stuff you cannot name. Hugs.
ReplyDeletee, that's what the therapy is about I suppose. it does help. thank you for being here, and for your sensitivity. And thank you for that lovely letter you sent me. I got it yesterday. Hugs back to you sweet friend, and love.
DeleteThat is a lot of living you are doing. Good for you. xo
ReplyDeleteBirdie, I am keeping on keeping on, as we do. Bless you. xo
DeleteYour skin is like butter. That has nothing to do with anything, just an observation. I am thinking of you. Your photographs show life and I agree, even if just on the outside for now, it's movement. Sending love your way.
ReplyDeleteJoanne, I wish my skin were like butter! I like the idea of that! Of course we generally post pictures of ourselves that tell as little of the whole truth as possible, lol. And I like your theory of movement. Act as if and soon enough it will be. Thanks for being here, dear friend.
DeleteSo much life. I'd like to know how to do what e is talking about.
ReplyDeleteAh Vesuvius, I think that is why we write--the effort the balance inner and outer lives, to find peace. Sending love to you.
DeleteYour family is just beautiful! How wonderful for your daughter to be able to celebrate her 21st with you her friends and family!. Happy 21st Birthday!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Drita!
DeleteI've been thinking of you but have been out of the loop lately. So glad to read this post (and the previous one made me want to fly across this country and hug you. I identified and felt sad with you, but I also noted, gratefully, how articulate and honest you are, even in your despair). It's wonderful to see and hear about your family in all their ongoingness and beauty and accomplishments. Thank you, thank you, thank you for sharing all of your whole self with us.
ReplyDeleteAndrea, thank you for these kind words. You understand.
DeleteI found it, I found it! Of course the track man had it. It's good to see you moving along with life as live runs on.
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