Deep ground is not always here, so I welcome her with my whole self when she comes to visit. Her husband is away again and she feels it's much easier to appreciate her time alone when her mind is clear and focused. Deep ground doesn't plan the way her other selves do. She isn't sneaking in a wine date with friends after bedtime or a yoga class at six am. She can't. So instead she tears through novels and wakes up early, extra content for the quiet time in the half dark.
They speak on the phone at night, the warm air and gentle waves at his doorstep, the cool March wind and opening earth on hers. She reminisces about their adventures together. How they used to see the world at every opportunity, hop a plane to an unknown locale, watch and savor and move slow, forming sentences in different languages, tasting and hearing and breathing in the new.
This is a bit like life with children. Extensive travel. The wildly shifting journey, each new moment, each landmark, something to hold fast.
Deep ground is proud she's found an analogy. Perhaps that's what makes it feel so calm right now. Right now, this journey is her only choice. She's gonna go with it.
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That first picture of them? Those identical smiles? Beautiful and goofy and so you and Jeffy (: Love you so!
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