so, when i find myself in times of trouble, i have this wee mantra type thing, at least lately it has morphed into this:
this is all there is. here, this sack of skin in which my bones and moving blood are housed, this breath... and that... what i can touch with my skin....
this is all there is... beyond this.... nothing.
this is where its at.
I'm breathing more steadily these days... my children are doing wonderfully.. picking up again on the biting, using 'ain't' as though it were an actual word, screaming and crying at the drop of the hat. My five year old HAS stopped hitting me, although sometimes I think I might like to go back to that than this rapidfire emotions thing...
ah.
so, this is where its at. . .
I'm on the lookout for cardinals.
COLOURED TELEVISION, by Danzy Senna
5 hours ago
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