Shattered dreams
I’ve been smiling and dialing all days long this week for a project I’m working on and frankly I was losing my voice trying to read Tin’s books to him. He said, “Mommy, I can’t hear you.” But when it’s raining goodness you just have to keep up the pace. I’m blessed with work sources that are insightful and charming, and I’m on a roll as one friend pointed out here, so I can’t stop now.
On a positive roll, that is, let’s not forget that it’s been an uphill slog to get here, but just when things turned the corner in a big way, the new Yemaya candle that I had burning burst from its seams and blue wax spread across the counter top. Yes, the new roll is arriving with shattered glass. But isn’t that the nature of change?
I just got the itinerary for the Inauguration and I’m so psyched to be taking this spontaneous trip in the midst of so much going on because I NEED a break – to walk the streets of DC, to be part of the major action in this country this weekend, and to reflect on all that has brought me here – well, yes I can.
I put on a big pot of red beans at 5 in the morning, and Tin asked me why I was cooking beans. I said because I want to make food for those people I love. “I love you, Mommy,” he said. And of course, that was the biggest tip I’ve ever received.
Now to get through the next few days with my sanity and push out a great report on media, pack some outlandish clothes for three balls to attend, and spend every spare second being grateful.
Amen.