to give you a round
beginning, middle, and end
to the stroke saga.
What we writers like to call a story arc.
Some stories take longer to figure out.
My story for now is just a middle... or a muddle:
None of our swell summer projects.
No happy new manuscripts.
No tidy bows.
With each shift in the family balance,
part of me shrinks.
I hope it's the right part. The part that needs to go.
I hope it's the part that, before this muddle,
tried to hold everything together alone,
that didn't ask for help,
that got too busy to rest
in the numerous small things around me.
With each slip,
these small things come into focus.
Not my grand plans.
Not measurable success.
rocks and sky.
breath and bread.
Life is short,
but humble things
make it deep.
for your generosity to us through so many gifts -
art and cards, books and pens,
food and a clean house,
help with bills and the wildebeests,
prayers and wishes.
I am amazed at the love around us.
Amazed at how love makes every story beautiful,
no matter how long or short it is.
Here's to the sacred muddle, my friends.
To going deep!
and small things.
Mystery and Adventure Books We Have Loved This Summer:
The Red Book, by Barbara Lehman
Flotsam, by David Weisner
(my best reads of the summer)Hattie Ever After, by Kirby Larson
Howl's Moving Castle, by Diane Wynne Jones
The Thirteenth Child, by Patricia Wrede
A Grave Mercy, by Robin LaFevers
Beautiful Battlefields, by Bo Stern