And I tell myself…we can do this but man oh man is it hard and now I know why I write. There is comfort behind these words. And it is frightening and vulnerable out in front of the shield they provide, the comfort they give.
And I wanted it to be imperfect and man is it.
But I wanted there to be a heartbeat and a breathing, living pulse put to the words from my heart.
You may not hear it but they both are there.
Grace and Peace to you. Thanks for large measures of grace for “What I Am Working On, Still.”
The words bring peace and solace and more, they are a calling. My family needs me now. To fix dinner and make things neat and clean and orderly. They need me to be and love and embrace and nurture.
And I am working on loving them, raising them, guiding them and mothering them, still.
{The Patient One made me the beautiful fire in the fireplace before he left to do what The Patient One does.}
elizabeth w. marshall 