In the twilight of this morning,When all of time meets and folds over and in and on and between itself,I went back to my mother's dying and told her of my love.I was the child offering the mothering.She was fetal, wanting, waiting.I love you, I said, it will be okay.She was fetal, wanting, waiting.My fingers smoothed over her brow.Love her, Lord, make it okay.My cheek touched the forever smoothness of her cheek.Take away her darkness, Lord.Tell her I loved her.Tell her I love her still.......It has been almost ten years since my mother's death. I think I am finally at peace with it and with her. Thanks be to God!
Twitter seems like so much blather. Or so I am assuming from the descriptions I hear on the news and in some blogs. I don't blather -- much. Maybe why I have been so quiet here for such a long time. I need to think through things before I see the letters forming into words.Twitter just appears to me to be brainless. Like texting, who needs to be that attached. I am thinking that I don't need to be that attached. I like to listern. I am a blog lurker and rarely comment. This is pretty much the way I am in "real" life. I sit on the sidelines and listen. When I do speak it is from the innermost part of me. Sometimes spoken without prudent self censorship. I get into a lot of trouble this way. But the truth in my heart gets put on the table. The elephant in the room is acknowledged -- sometimes too forcefully, but, hey, somebody's gotta do it.I am too private for twitter. Anyone else's and especially my own. Maybe I am too private for blogging. Maybe that is part of my problem here. Perhaps I need to let my hair down, so to speak, and really say it the way I see it. That can get me into a lot of hot water, so to speak, so I will give it a little bit of consideration. But watch out, folks, I'm tired of rigid thinking, passive, denial ridden pew sitters. I am about to explode with frustration and continually thwarted hopefulness.
