My life is spilling over the top. Full and full and fuller. Storms and websites and jobs and e-mail classes and moving and novel-writing… up to the eyeballs. Doing doing doing from sun up to way past sun down.
But I dashed off a little poem note to myself this morning in my journal, and thought, I’d like to post this.
Happy, HAPPY election day, by the way. (I am so very excited I can hardly stand it.)
so much doing,
and unfolding –
this will never be
no amount of money
or jars of jobs well done
or remind you
there is no earning
you already belong to it.
Despite my best attempts to avoiddistractrunfromdisassociateresist
And one day, sore and dirty and lost, I hit a vein.
And laughter comes.
Laughter and more laughter
Laughing until I can’t breathe.
Laughing tears and joy and love andohmygodhowdidIneverknowthisisinme