Saturday, April 11, 2009

Life


It's flooding east of here, higher water levels than in over a hundred years. The Suwanee has spilled over its banks and threatens the interstate. Homes have been destroyed and people have died.
And yet, we need rain.

It's Easter tomorrow and we're getting new baby chicks and the kids are all coming over to dye eggs.
And yet, I feel old.

I am rich in that I can buy whatever food we need or want.
And yet, I am neither hungry or inclined to want to cook.

After all these years I know what my body does and does not need.
And yet, I can't seem to treat it with the respect it deserves.

Although I do not believe that poor Jesus struggled from his tomb, awakened from death (would he have been confused or pissed?) I realize the value of believing in new beginnings from perceived certain endings.

This is life- belief and failure to act, too much and never enough, enough and not appreciated, beginnings and endings all tied together and always, the mood, the heart, the mind, the spirit all at odds, together and yet warring, restless and wondering.

We go on.

8 comments:

  1. Hmm now.

    A little yoga, maybe? Union with self?

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  2. Man this is incredibly timely for me.

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  3. Ms. Jo- Yes. More yoga would be good. I plan on attending to that this week.

    Maggie May- Because we are twins, separated by many years and so forth.

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  4. Oh Goodness. You've been following me..? hee hee!

    It's all true.

    As my mom would say, "Whaddayougonnado?"

    Yours in madness,
    pf

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  5. and on and on and on...

    I love this photo, too!

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  6. Ms. Fleur- Well, we're not perhaps mad but mostly just crazy.

    Ms. Trouble- That's my hallway Virgin of Guadalupe altar.

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  7. "This is life- belief and failure to act" - amen, sister. I think that you might have captured my existence with that statement.

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  8. Lady Lemon- I have a feeling many of us can relate to that one.

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