Time Out

Tired and full at the same time, tired from the running and the trying and the talking, full from the faces and the rush of voices and the bouncing candlelight. Tired from the shaking, the tapping foot of anxiety, tapping away behind my rib cage, the tap tap tapping vibrates through my bones, makes my muscles stand on the knife’s edge. The hope and the dreams fight with it like children, it’s what makes me pull in two directions at once, trying to split them, trying to keep them balanced and divided and in check – I want one strong woman to come through the kitchen door with a loud voice and a teaspoon of honey and settle everyone down for the night.

 

Christine Mandich captured the shot above.

Comments

[Olivia V. Ambrogio]

"I want one strong woman to come through the kitchen door with a loud voice and a teaspoon of honey and settle everyone down for the night." That's a great line and a great wish. Makes me envision a pantheon of house spirits, big strong women who stir things up or calm things down depending on what's most needed.

[Roxanne]

The tapping... I wish we could silence the tapping. The tapping foot of anxiety, especially. Picturing you walking through your kitchen door with a spoonful of honey, channelling the strength we all need...

[Cassie]

That last line is my favorite, too. Brings up such a strong image in my mind of someplace maternal and comforting.

[Dragonfly]

I hear the chatter of the monkey mind and the struggle to silence all that chatter. Seeking the comfort of the good mother with her sweet tea of inner peace and guidance to resolve the child's conflict.

[InkyTwig]

I hope things quiet down soon and that comfort, peace, warmth is there for you always. You deserve that. As ALWAYS, your writing is pure magic.

[Noel]

Thanks, all, for the well wishes and the feedback!