Sunday, September 2, 2012
The tackiness of connection
You put her name on something and I'll buy it or someone will buy it for me.
Timing
Wrists ache and 2 fingers feel sprained; there is a splinter that somehow still bothers my finger.
I have been working hard on Violet’s garden preparing the space
Rather than buy gifts for her birthday, instead of thinking of decorations and what kind of cake to make or invitations to send.
I just pulled weeds, dug deeper holes and planned for what magic I could sprinkle in the space between root ball and dirt.
She was not watching me while I did this all for her/instead I was with her, connected deeper and truer than at any other time in my days.
Ending the day of work I wrapped the hose around the post and looking down saw what was shockingly hers/ours from 3 years ago; a piece of confetti used to decorate the table for one of my baby showers.
I have been working hard on Violet’s garden preparing the space
Rather than buy gifts for her birthday, instead of thinking of decorations and what kind of cake to make or invitations to send.
I just pulled weeds, dug deeper holes and planned for what magic I could sprinkle in the space between root ball and dirt.
She was not watching me while I did this all for her/instead I was with her, connected deeper and truer than at any other time in my days.
Ending the day of work I wrapped the hose around the post and looking down saw what was shockingly hers/ours from 3 years ago; a piece of confetti used to decorate the table for one of my baby showers.
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