| Monique Rust |
"We’re captive on a carousel of time.”
Man...
Does that have an impact.
And the imagery...it’s spot on. Sometimes we get to ride lightly in the saddles with the intoxicating and beautiful wave of the up-and-down ponies, to feel the wind on our faces and note the admiring glances of the passers-by. Other times we are observers, sitting at the back on the caboose. Sometimes we can’t wait for it to stop. Sometimes we could ride all day. And sometimes the whole thing just makes us sick to our stomachs...
And, “CAPTIVE”?!? What does that mean? Am I being held imprisoned, captive by something I can never fully escape? Am I captivating a crowd, as I writhe and struggle and gasp and grasp and wake and sleep, hide and, once again, seek? Or, am I captivated by the whirling and whirring of the whole darn thing?
Yes! I think the answer is yes.
The source energy was really flowing out of Miss Joni Mitchell when that song came to her, “The Circle Game”...
Read More| Anne Williamson |
By the time anyone reads this blog post, I’ll have a new baby at home. She’ll only be a few weeks old. How will I feel? Perhaps lovely… baby is relatively easy, toddler is adjusting well, the “feel good” hormones are rolling, friends and family are near and welcome. Life is good. Or, maybe, I’ll feel awful… utterly exhausted by a colicky baby and distraught toddler, isolated and intentionally isolating myself in the throws of post-partum. Life will not feel so good.
Most likely, reality will fall somewhere in-between. My life will be both sweet and trying. This seems to be the way of things most of the time – especially in seasons of transition…and limited sleep.
What I believe, what I trust, is it will be how I react in the midst of the trying moments that will help determine how long they last and how deeply they’re felt....
Read More| ANNE WILLIAMSON |
Both my husband, Todd, and I love to sing our daughter to bed. Whereas I almost always sing "Edelweiss" from The Sound of Music, Todd's selections jump around. So, a few nights ago, I asked, "What did you sing to her?" Because he couldn't think of the title, he started singing to me, "... One song, a song about love. Glory, from the soul of a young man. A young man, find the one song...." He then added, "I'm pretty sure it's called 'One Song.'" Well, I was pretty sure it wasn't, "No, it's just called, 'Glory.' I'm fairly certain." (The unspoken here was we both knew it was from Rent, a love for which we've shared for 18 years and occasionally erupts into this kind of trivia sparring.) Todd, upping the pride ante: "No, it's definitely called 'One Song.'" Me: "No, it's 'Glory,' for sure." Todd: "Okay, let's look it up." Wait. Wait. Wait. A not-quite-gloating smile emerges on his face, "It's called, 'One Song... Glory." I smile ironically and say out loud, "Of course. Of course it is." LISTEN, LEARN, LOVE...
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