December 17, 2014
December 13, 2014
I love winter reds and their glint in winter light. Winter again - seasons seem shorter every lap. I've been thinking about this past year...Romy brought it in with import. What a babe! We have hardly lost a night's sleep with her and she is on the cusp of turning one. There is something so moving about that mark of time. I mean it is glorious to see babies grow and soon to have kids who will tote themselves, but her unravelling self is almost too much to take in - I can't keep up and I'm uneasy about not reaping it in. I struggle with balance - no, I fail. My accident pushed me further from my girls because I've been focused on lying in a bed healing or working with a physical therapist to walk well again, such a tedious endeavor, at a moment where I feel like I have no time to spare.
The silver lining has been Xavier taking over. Romy's eyes fire with excitement when Xavier enters the room. Watching their relationship thrive is humbling - makes me realize how much I boxed him out and hoarded baby Colette. I sort of believed Colette needed me more than him, but now I see little baby Romy fulfilled in other ways and she is probably a lot more balanced.
December 11, 2014
And John McCain. Reading the news this week on the CIA torture report is sickening - even sicker is how it is being justified and denied by the right. Jon Stewart's take on it makes the nausea abate, if only for the feeling that there are people who will squarely criticize justifications of depravity and torture. I listened to one report of protesters this week outside a US embassy chanting, "And they call us barbarians?" Fair enough. Shameful.