Letting Go

Too much going on. I have not been thinking about blogging and I haven't had the time nor the energy to visit many blogs, either. Sometimes I just have to do the minimal to get by in order to not feel like I'll burn up in spontaneous combustion.

Things are fine. Things are beautiful. There's just a lot going on right now. I only work 2 days a week (OK. 2 1/2 during times like these) but it feels like I'm working full time. Probably, if I listed all that I was doing, it wouldn't sound like so much, but for some reason, it feels like I'm just this side of more than I can handle. I'm watery, crying easily, which is not common for me. I'm tired. It's hard, but it's good. A spring cleanse? Like the snowmelt that causes the creeks around here to flow with such intensity and beauty that I feel renewed just standing by them?

I'm willing to see where the waters take me. Maybe beavers have built a dam and the creek will have carved new pathways in order to reach its destination. I'm interested in taking in the sights along the way.

Me and the Buddha dog hunting owls

Oh, Happy Mother's Day to everyone - to the women who have birthed sons and daughters and to everyone else who has created something that contributes to life. Happy Mother's Day for those whose labors bring peace.

From Julia Ward Howe's call to create an international Mother's Day celebrating peace and motherhood:

Arise, then, women of this day!
Arise all women who have hearts,
Whether your baptism be that of water or of tears
Say firmly:

"We will not have great questions decided by irrelevant agencies,
Our husbands shall not come to us reeking of carnage,
For caresses and applause.
Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn
All that we have been able to teach them of
charity, mercy and patience.

"We women of one country
Will be too tender of those of another country
To allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs."