Wednesday, January 31, 2007


One moment
dripping into the next
becomes a stream
becomes a torrent
becomes a river
long and wide.
I grab with clumsy hands at one drop
while three more slip past.
Where is the clear tumbling brook
that once was?
All I see is the cloudy relentless river
that is now.
Still we flow,
whether slow or fast.
Still we splash
whether with bright laughter and wide waves
or with low chuckles and gentle lapping.
Still we flow

Saturday, January 13, 2007

It's All in the Timing

Here it is, the cold blast of winter in January. What an odd time. The hustle of Christmas is over, the long dark time of Lent has yet to begin, what are we to make of this in between time? All the forms of advertising just help to remind me that I'm obese, so no comfort there (it's all false comfort anyway). Food, normally my top physical comfort, is my Benedict Arnold as my pants get too tight. There are highs and lows in life, and then there is this in between time. No rush of high joy, no depth of despair, only...? I'm tired, listless, and feeling lost. Christmas decorations need to be put away, a sick child needs coddling, a soon-to-leave husband needs special goodbye time, and I just want to go to bed.

Makes you sick to read this, doesn't it? Blech! Pretty pathetic. But I guess this is just a blech kind of time. To everything there is a season, and this must be the odd, unsettling in-between season. As the title of a favorite book of mine puts it, the long dark teatime of the soul. So, you get off your duff, get done what needs to get done, thank God for your blessing, kiss your loved ones, and hopefully waken to another day, and maybe this one won't be so blech. I live in hope!