I know better than to be up this late, but I promised myself I would write. And it’s just now that I’ve found the space. A room of her own. Trying to become a sharp one-hand typer, I have the corner of a pillow-mounded bed and a baby held to my chest, so little time till my mind dreamjumps into the falling rabbit hole of pocket-watches and potions.
Quickly! Quickly! Say it.
Adding another child makes the world small, shrinking, closed in. The little things in my space can become so large. We consume moments like we own space.
His soft eyes stare through mine like he hooped through galaxies to find and to be found.
And in a flash, the time it takes to type one word with one hand, so long and slow. The enormous keys are hard to find.
With effort, a word can carry such gravity that it breaks breastbones and lets the artist out. The one you knew was in there when you tried to draw Eden but couldn’t.
I want to see you crack. I want to speak blessing over you. I want to watch you paint. Be art and mirror Artist.
This is the entire reason I’m here.
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Yes, this. The small world of mothering, the wide world of writing. Gorgeous.
Galit Breen recently posted..A Modern Love Story
The way your thoughts make it to paper (keyboard) cause me to catch my breath. Hooping through galaxies to find and be found? Your words are balm to the soul. You are accomplishing your reason for being here.
Southern Gal recently posted..Twenty
There it is. It is the thought that takes my breath away sometimes, when I let myself open…but most of the time I am consumed with the laundry and the job I hate and just how many dirty hineys there are with six kiddos….oh, you have cracked me open here in this moment. (as you always seem to do.)
Joy recently posted..An ordinary day…
Even amidst the chaos of a big family, it seems that with each child we welcome into our world, things get more and more simple. Somehow, as we grow…we realize that we don’t “need” quite so much.
So beautiful. Just love this!
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“His soft eyes stare through mine”
Happy sighs. This is lovely.
“His soft eyes stare through mine like he hooped through galaxies to find and to be found.”
This is one of the most beautiful sentences I have ever read.
Thank you for sharing this – it is breathtaking. Truly.
-Ellie
Ellie recently posted..The Sign
“…like he hooped through galaxies to find and to be found.”
Oh my heart.
This makes the small world of it all seem broad as the universe, those galaxies. The art of mothering is so much bigger than the world in which we paint it.
Oh, I love this…
Jessica recently posted..God’s Heart for You {a review}
Beautiful words. You have a lovely perspective on finding a balance between mothering and writing.
ML@My3LittleBirds recently posted..Feed Them With Love
I can’t stand it. I just can’t. The way you say things? Oh Amber, it’s just such a gift to the world. Thank you.
sigh.
Erin recently posted..Coffee Time!
Wow. Breathtaking. And perfect. I remember so many days of typing one handed. And they were just. like. that.
Your words are absolutely delicious.
Steph
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Sweet Mama,
You rock the pixels, like whoa.
Thank you.
I remember moments like this. Stunning.
That was one beautiful piece of one handed writing!
Melissa recently posted..The Horror and the Hope
perfection. <3
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