Full

My beloved got me a card with a picture of a deserted atoll in the South Pacific.   My daughter got a card which said we looked alike (except of course we don't, she said).  Life in this family is full in ways I can't quite describe.  I don't believe it could be more full than this.  I am content.

Today is full of

Just right things

Perfect crepes for brunch

With my daughter

And beloved,

After a worship service

With bigs and smalls,

Young and old.

No Mother's Day speeches

And now naps

All the way around.

Speeches

 Sleepless nights.  I have so few, really, that I don*t have a patterned response.  I woke up this morning with some clarity, different from yesterday*s clarity.  Must have been those speeches I made all night.  Or maybe it was the punctuation of breath prayer.  Or maybe both.  I ended up saying what came to mind.  It was probably elegant as a Mack Truck.  Certainly not Minnesota.

I rehearsed speeches all night,

Interspersed with

Breath prayer.

Lord Jesus, heal me/

Make me whole.

Sleep hung out

Around the edges.

This morning I understood

Some certainty

But remembered

None of the speeches.

This morning the neighbor*s tree

Glowed yellow.

The color called me

To look up,

Notice the clouds,

Speak whatever came to mind.

So I did.