to pain
accept the ache
the discomfort
heat that suffocates like a wool air blanket
the past few days and now
the longing moon must be seen
and turbulence felt
belly bellows must shout over softer things
impatience will come and walk the block
with fear of missing out
exhaustion is allowed a nap
awkwardness and surrender silence the mouth…
Welcome to my home
where to sit you have to move the laundry over,
and make your own cup of tea,
I’m busy with the lean in – just now
moving into bruising joy
not done with me yet.
I watch blossom
a flower as big as a steroid house
still growing
beyond my ability to see.
Life as Improv 
Oh beautiful. This is so me right now – leaning into the pain, the wretched humanness. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I believe this way lies freedom. Thank you Marga for these sweet words.
Alison
I treasure that you reached out — to know another who knows and leans makes the passing days less solo! Thank you , Alison! xx m
I didn’t see this in a timely fashion, M. But looking back this all seems a little familiar. I hope you’ve been able to catch your breath and shed the wool blanket. Life can get that crowded, scraping, sandpaper sort of cubicle skin to it sometimes. We had a fire alarm at work a week or so ago for no reason, and I picked up my laptop and carried it out to the picnic table with me, then realized I had an excuse to do nothing at all but watch the sky and crack jokes for a few moments, so I wised up… 🙂
Michael
Hello hello. So nice to see your post. I scarcely know who wrote about this intense seeming time, so changeable the flow! I am so glad to have shed that wool blanket in time for a more comfortable ease with the air! I joined you with that sky watching break tonight! When I was leaving after my beach walk, a man told me to wait before leaving to watch the space station cross right over – so I did and it was bright and remarkable! Thank you random blessed stranger. 🙂 Hope you have been enjoying the new ride, my friend! x m
Beautifuuuuuul
Thank you! 🙂