I heard a story today about a mother taking care of her dying mother. She asked her elderly mom what her long life had felt like to her, and her mother quickly replied, like a door opening and closing.
I sat in the grass and stretched my legs long in front of me, head tilted to the sun. Within minutes one came and climbed on top of me, stretched his legs long and tiled his head to my heart. And then another one arrived, nestled next to my side and touched his head to the side of the hollow in my chest. They are on me like this. Love me like this.
Quick as a breath.
just write.
