That chin might kill me

I'm so exhausted.  There doesn't seem to be anything left of me.  I search in my sleeves, after the kids have fallen asleep, and my arms have fallen away.  I can't carry a single thing, and I slip through cracks in doorways, even when I not planning to enter. I wonder if there is anything remaining, anything that has not been taken by cooking and talking and staining furniture and teaching.

The phone rings.  I cringe.  When it is like this, I know I am in a bad way.

And yet, things are not bad.  There is always another stone to leap on, just in front of me, whether or not I am in spectral form, whether or not there is any solidity to me. I jump from stone to stone. I take my time.

Small fish make their way through the river below. The sun is blinding me as it flashes off their scales.

Solo really started walking today. Flash!

YaYa drew a beautiful picture of Jason and the Golden Fleece.  Flash!

Leafy said, "What if I took my head off, and it grew small little bones that became feet, and small little bones that became arms, and it walked around all by itself and drank water?"Flash!

And there is this picture of Kid A:



Which reminds me to watch for fish. Flash! Don't stop seeing their beautiful, rainbowy scales, even if you are just barely able to stumble from stone to stone.

Also, check out this awesome website, and this one. (Made by the same people.)  I fell in love.

Comments

[Asea]

This is beautiful. You're a bit fragmented, and it's hard, but the light's still shining on you, and on this side there's a rainbow. Still, here's hoping the jumping gets easier and the sleep gets longer and the robberies get goner. (It is TOO a word!)

Thanks for the links, btw. Super stuff!

[April Alexander]

I think I'm a stone hopper as well so I can relate to this post! The flashes are what gets us through. Good reminder to look for them and hold onto them dearly. Then the storm passes and we wonder why we ever had a hard time looking for them. I like your title too, good play on words there!

[menaka melissa]

i'm fumbling from stone to stone myself.. you seem to see the bright side even in exhaustion.. so exciting to be walking! your daughter is alittle artist, i want to see her pictures more and more, the images jump out of the words.. when i look at that picture of kid a i want to come and play drums.. the wooden mrdangam caught my eye, my favorite drum.. oh and the kids who's dad made that website are really really blessed, so cool, i'm in total awe that a dad could be so book aware! thanks for the links.. .. peaceful graceful steps..

[Rae]

I wasn't intending a play on words! I meant the two-year-old chin on Kid A, that's all, I promise!

[#1mama]

Whew, I thought that was Solo at first with the PJ's and thought does he ever look like Kid A. Solo's walking - oh wow! Can hardly wait to see him and you.

One day at a time, one step after another..... lots of love your way!!!

[Tj]

We are all stone hoppers.

[Cristal]

You have been on my mind these last few weeks. I sometimes look at the kiddo's 'younger' days, and it so helps me to gain perspective, remember, look fwrd to,.....Grace and peace to you!

[Paola]

Yes. Hopping from stone to stone ... who isn't.

[Candace]

LOL... Renee read what Leafy said and we were remembering and laughing about the time Kid A said his hand detatched and flew across the room to hit Ya ya!!! What wonderful imaginations they have