Worked like crazy in the few work spurts I managed to steal this weekend. Otherwise, tried to clean up the house -- dust under my son's bed to make my mother (and me!) cringe... Got further exhausted in the process.
Reading Vivian Gornick's "The Situation and the Story" about writing non-fiction. A wonderful read -- she just gets it! Getting anxious about all the other reading I should be doing in preparation for a 10-page essay, due in a couple of months that is the basis of a lecture I will eventually give when I graduate. Thinking a lot about somatic memory and how it gets revealed and can be useful in writing, especially memoir. Fascinating stuff, but there's so much I don't know.
This evening, we fished in the river and the kids played so happily together, I couldn't help but smile through my tiredness. Beautiful creatures. May their sense of freedom and togetherness last a lifetime. They teach me every day how to live and what matters -- a cliché perhaps, but the best kind -- absolutely, perfectly true. I bless them and this body and the science and miracles and tenacity that made them each possible.
Meanwhile on the other side of the world, such suffering...and here, the dogwoods about to break into blossom, big moon, everything changing and changing, me evolving and actually watching it happen 'on paper' in the edits I make in my writing. Wow -- I am so lucky to have been given this direction, this love of words. They help me see myself and the world in ways that help me love this life so much more than I ever could before I simply sat down at my desk and picked up a pen -- An exact parallel with the gifts that are my children. And if the writing doesn't keep coming, then I'll always have these children in my life, my heart. I am so humbled. I am so TIRED!!! Sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep....
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