by kholinar

Lotsa nice mornings lately. Sometimes sitting with a book, sometimes I’m in someone’s arms just whispering in the mid-morning light. Mornings are slow but evenings are more unpredictable. Sometimes slow with leisure time and confusion over what to do, sometimes packed with homework, and sometimes packed with silly endeavors and entertainments.

Btw… I fail at weekly menus. That and laundry scheduling. But we get by… and she forgives my shortcomings.

I have a snippet…

rewinding in segments
the lever gives us pause
for bold play in the pastimes
for warding off thoughts

mem-a-random to find
mem-o-rise to forget
and integrate confusion
a tao of loss