in which Megan sits and sees a view during Lent 2011
I don’t know how to do this today. My backyard table has been co-opted. The front porch swing is in the grass so we can paint the porch. The kids are blaring “The Office.” I am hiding in my room, but there’s no silence.
Still, I can be still.
Even my bell meditation link is broken. I sit and breathe.
What am I supposed to do about this summer? Spring Break is proving–once again–how hard it is to work when the kids are home.
I am spinning. Probably hungry. Yep, it’s been three hours, and I painted outside. I am weak. But I don’t hurt. I stopped before I did.
I’m limited (sorry, Elphaba).
There’s a suspicious rash on my face. Oh no.
I long for sunset to cool off the day.
