I've got a constant chant going on in my head... the inner world insisting on having its way ... 'empty to fill, empty to fill... replenish replenish replenish'...
seriously, after so so many repetitions, one begins to think of moroccan food dishes, desert scenery, maybe even camels...
but it is lovely, barren to plenty, empty to fill... all the possibilities in the cup running over to empty are again and again in my head....
and the five year old in my midst has had to go on a behavior plan (home, not school) because he is so wild with wacky these days. It could be the move impending, it certainly could be, but whatever its source, its aggression is making me cry. and yell. and stage my own tantrums, again and again. So we are all on track, to simplify again, to chop the day into bits to earn checks ... checks .... empty boxes getting filled. . . or left blank.
the empty is neccessary in order to highlight the filled. dig?
the dark, the light.... eyes close, eyes open...
enough analogy ?
life is so rich. it is.
COLOURED TELEVISION, by Danzy Senna
10 hours ago
1 comments:
We've made some changes here too. Plans of sorts. To help the middle with coping. It is amazing how making small simple changes can make all the difference. Best of luck with 5. It's not easy being 5. There are a lot of expectations and you are growing a lot. Patience and remember to be silly. Shock the shit of him with your silliness.
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