At times, she walked deep in thought. It appeared she was caught up in a world far away. Often it seemed to weigh heavily upon her; other times she seemed wild-eyed and looked as if she was enthralled with an alternate universe–perhaps, flying through the outer reaches of the cosmos, watching the meteor showers falling all around her. I wished I could see those things inside her head.
like water
Big, jagged pieces of concrete and old hunks pavement ground their bones deep into the mud. While they held the creek bed from eroding away, painfully absent were the smooth stones that grace lovely mountain streams and clear running brooks in far-off places–the kind of streams that parks are built around and people hike to and strip off their socks for–to place weary feet on, to caress their soles against smooth, lovely stones—allowing the tensions of hard, heavy lives to be cooled and released–carried off by a swift-moving current to places far, far away.
living expectantly
I get this sudden burst of energy and can breeze through the house with the vacuum, dust cloth and broom with a peculiar energy not present when no guests are expected. In this almost giddy state, dishes take half the time! a floor can be mopped in one magical moment…Wow! And I can plow through a stack of mail with the efficiency and skill of a surgeon.
mari mayborn 