The gentle effort it takes to let myself be carried

The gentle effort it takes to let myself be carried

After we are small children, it is rare that we are carried.  Perhaps for a joke or dare, a photo op at a threshold, or in the case of injury, or in certain situations in old age?  My baby is big enough now I rarely carry his full weight unless he is asleep.  He lifts...
Taking what I need when words fail…

Taking what I need when words fail…

I love words.  They flow constantly from my head to my heart, spill out of my mouth with laughter, make sense of my world.  And sometimes, words fail.  They take the air from my lungs or hit me in the face.  Sometimes, there isn’t sense to be made. We have more access...