Up and walked and sweating already and now to shower and go to town and dentist and take mother and back home.
I always count everything in segments of back home.
And it's May's true, real birthday. Oh my. That girl. Celebrate my May, my born-with-the-sun girl. My lives-life-on-her-own-terms girl. My beautiful, dancing daughter.
I will go wash, I will get dressed, I will go to town, I will come home.
I feel the world swirling around me too fast and I am holding on with my finger tips, trying to feel the ground below me, legs swinging for purchase.
'Til I'm back home, safely, soundly, back home.
Love you Mary xReplyDelete
I read this and I thought of the song by Coldplay "Clocks"...I have had that song on my mind of late.ReplyDelete
A birthday girl, a day you gave birth..memories and life ticking on.
tell her happy birthday for me!ReplyDelete
Happy Birthday to my dear May-May, and Happy Birth-Giving Day to you, Mary.ReplyDelete
I love you TONS.
I take it as a good sign when you "count everything in segments of back home." I think it means you are comfortable with who you are and where you live and that you have invested in feathering your nest well.ReplyDelete
I love being home too. Happy day to you.
just saying the word h o m e...ReplyDelete
is so round and warm in ones mouth.
i love to the moon and back...
I stop by from SB's blog every once in a while. I would have never written something like this, yet the universal truth of it is calming. ~MaryReplyDelete
I like being at home and on the boat which is also like a home.ReplyDelete
Hang in there. I'm making enemies right and left out here.ReplyDelete
Dearest Mary, I feel for you and I hate the heat too.ReplyDelete
I hope your day was good.
A very Happy Birthday to May.
I shall be back later to read your blog properly as it's 4.30am and I've just seen how much I have to catch up with. I don't like to rush.
Love you very much xx