Day 32

Writing about my grandmother's death -- a strange detachment from the reality of the memory as I write -- the logical brain interpreting the emotional pathways...

My little girl has begun to cry in the mornings when I leave her at school -- has always been so happy to be left before. I know it isn't an issue of abuse, so perhaps it is the development, at almost 4, of attachment. Her body is so warm, she is so intensely alive, and it is her dance through life, her movement, and sudden moments of pause, that inspire me, just as my son's 6 year old questions and desire to understand push me on to question and understand. A purpose-driven life driven by my children's sense of purpose and drive.