morning glory

A day in the life
Wake up to early morning light and big brown eyes saying, 'mom, I'm starving'. Go gather apricots from the tree, greens from the garden and make smoothie. Go back and pick, gather the rest of the sun drenched apricots that have ripened over night, help youngest son out of tree. Do not rescue, instead, patiently and slowly guide his little feet with your voice a route down. Enjoy his satisfied and proud leap to the ground from the last branch. Cut and freeze apricots. Sit down to work on healers training manual you are writing. Look up to a familiar voice saying mom I'm starving. Feed little bodies fresh wholesome food. Go out into back yard, put your bare feet in the grass, move. Get upside down. Breathe in the achingly vibrant color of the morning glories. Check garden, find two cucumbers tucked among the leaves, give them to the boys to munch on. Go inside and sand and mud the entrance way walls by the stairs, trying to do bits of renos each day. Sit down to work on another big project you are co creating. See those big eyes coming towards you with that hollow leg attached. Eat lunch with the boys and talk about the ocean and how crazy cool the goblin shark is. Go outside, pick raspberries and gooseberries. Listen to oldest son explain his idea to modify one of his lego clone mini figures. Spend half an hour helping sand, polish and paint a little helmet and body to his desired vision. Revel in his joy and pride at creating something unique. Do load of laundry. scrub toilet. Work at computer. Go check yard for water needs in blazing sun. Ask the now curling blooms of the morning glories why they choose to leave so soon. Listen as they tell you they are merely an expression of the whole, they simply bow out to make room for more blooms tomorrow. I contemplate this as I pluck one of the retreating flowers and rub its brilliant violet into my arm and wrist. Skin to skin. Ill try to let its stain of color remind me through the day to let go of what needs to be.  Gather boys, food, and drop boys off at sister's. Do healing sessions with clients. Unravel personal and family stories stored in bodies, in ligaments, in muscles, in hearts and in minds. Watch as people transform their pain, their loss, their confusion into understanding and release. Feel that familiar overwhelming gratitude for this work. Be in awe of the inexplicable beauty you see in each person. Pick up the boys, go grocery shopping. Try to maneuver them, and the two wheelie carts they each wanted to have, through the store as they regale you with tales of giant fish seen while canoeing with uncle while you were at work. Smile as they insist on carrying the groceries out to the car. Arrive home, unpack, with hovering bodies and a voice that says, mom, I'm starving'. Make dinner while Facetiming with my mindfulwonderer from his locale in the middle of the Sahara, and talk about which plants we need to plant in our yard to keep the bees happy through August and September. Eat with the boys outside in the grass and laugh at their silly jokes. Work a bit more. Jump on trampoline with boys as last giggles of the night. get boys washed up and in bed. Do distance skype healing session. Wash up, realize I didn't get to work on my canvas that is sitting in the studio with 4 white beech tree silhouettes, or research the things I needed to for tomorrow. Look down at my arm and see the purple stain of the morning glory. Sigh and let it go.