I’m gasping a little, here
Not drowning, exactly —
Just feeling the water slapping against my chin.
Working.Working.Workworkworking
And not much getting finished.
Sticky, life is.
(Also floors. And cupboards.)
Is the story any good anymore?
Hard to say.
Hurry hurry hurryhurryhurry
to Finish It Up.
Why?
So it can be done?
Or so it can be right?
Can the HURRY help the RIGHT?
Time to focus on the breathing.
To enjoy the cool of the slapping water.
To live the moments
That may not, surely Will Not
Happen again.
Moments.
That’s what I’m breathing for.
Moments.
(6) Comments for this blog
The air will always be there to breathe. And the Gift will be right — for generations. No period piece, this Gift.
The air will always be there to breathe. And the Gift will be right — for generations. No period piece, this Gift.
You can do it. <3
You can do it. <3
Oh, Becca, take a shovel to that old badger already! You can do it! Sending my love and support through the old interweb 🙂
Oh, Becca, take a shovel to that old badger already! You can do it! Sending my love and support through the old interweb 🙂