Saturday, April 14, 2012

I'm Back Home

I have settled back down into my body. All is back to regular-crazy, not-so-damn-fucked-up-crazy.

And I am so grateful.

The jasmine is perfuming the air, I have sweet potatoes in the oven, we have well water to water the garden all night long. I held my sleeping baby grandson on my chest as he slept for so long this afternoon that I think my blood pressure might not even have registered had anyone taken it.

My husband and I just played cards on the porch and listened to Prairie Home Companion. We kissed some. We told each other how much we love our lives. We meant it.

Shit. I am the luckiest woman in the world and I have the sanity to feel it.

Not to KNOW it. I always know it.
But to feel it.

I'm going to go make apple and oat bran muffins. With raisins and cinnamon.

As Tearful might say, Fuck me. I am lucky.

Who knew that life could spill out in such a way?

Not me.

But I'm sure grateful it has.


  1. You truly are a blessed woman Ms. Moon!

  2. Your words put a smile on my face.

  3. O the sweet smell of a sleeping baby. So delicious. I think of you often in your life with your family and chickens and garden and I sent you rays of love, lots of rays of love.

    As Maude said in 'Harold and Maude'...Ah, life.

  4. Rubye- And I do so know it.
    And will never be able to figure it out.

    Sara- God. Me too. Thank you.

    Tamara- Really? Oh. I hope so.

    Jeannie- Yep. Smiling.

    Beth- You have no idea how often I think of you. And I do feel those rays of love. You are a very powerful being. I feel what you send to me. I am loving you for all of it. And what a beautiful movie.
    Ah. Life. Yes.

  5. Ah, you consider yourself generally nuts, not clinically nuts, as i say.

    Those muffins must smell wonderful baking -- we need the internet equivalent of "smellavision".

  6. Ah, babies.

    I help my three week old cousin yesterday for an hour at least. My dad came into the room, took one look at me and told me sternly, "Don't get any ideas."

    I turned to my husband and said, "We could have one more, just one more little, tiny baby, couldn't we?" The look on his face was priceless.

    I don't think I was serious....

    I am glad you are feeling better.

  7. oh my I can smell the muffins....a lovely way to start my Sunday thank you!!

  8. Welcome back to the normal crazy.


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