Fluidity

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I remember trying so hard to speak (or was it scream? I don’t remember), but all that managed to eek from a vivid sleep and a dry throat were whimpers, loud enough to wake my husband and cause him to lay his hand on my head to wake me. I remembered every detail of that dream at that moment, and I remember imploring my conscious self to record that dream somewhere so that I may recall it when I wake again. But I should know better. That dream has now drifted off to whatever infinite space that lost dreams descend to. This seems to be the case most nights lately, the feeling that I didn’t rest as well as I think I did, with faint recalls of images that moved through my wakeless mind swiftly and silently.

The translation I think is simple. Things are moving with blurred fringes lately, so fast that I am having trouble focusing on one thought, one emotion, leaving vast expanses of vulnerability dangling out in the open. My sweet cat has been very sick with IBD, demodex mites and ringworm, causing this house to turn upside down and inside out with worry, paranoia, disinfecting/cleaning, and frustration. Also, the boy was recently accepted by lottery (and perhaps providence) into an exciting and coveted middle school program here in Boulder county. This also means he will say goodbye to the wonderful Montessori community that has embraced and nurtured him–all of us actually–since we moved here. The girl will remain in Montessori for a few more years, which slightly softens the sharp edges of watching my son approach adolescence. But who am I kidding, she is moving with the same velocity and with just as certain a purpose as his.

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I find solace in my routines of respite that tenderly give me a bonelike framework to lean upon. The dedicated dance on these calused feet, the melodies that pluck from these nubby fingers, the flux of words that have feverishly filled one journal recently and have moved on to another. These things flush a wave of fluidity into my days, not unlike an IV that brings the rush of cold freshness to thirsty veins.

It is not the passage of roughness that I seek, but the distinct details that define this moment from the next. I want in waking what it is I cannot have in the apparation of my faded dreams, the texture and tangibility that makes this life my very own to live.

Much love to you on this Wednesday…

xoxox

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Passionate mama of 2 and a wife. I write, dance, and create whenever I can.

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  2. Sorry to hear about your sweet cat. It’s so hard to have a loved family member not feeling well. And the rest of it, oh I so get it. And I so appreciate the way you string your words together. It’s truly such a gift- for you, for us.

  5. You have put into words what I so often feel as I wake from a dream that is rich beyond words, and my mind trying to grasp onto its details, even as they slip away, though I find the feelings, often unnamed, will linger.

    This is beautiful MJ. I am wishing for you a fullness of feeling and understanding, even when it isn’t detailed or clear.

    Much love,
    Claudine

  6. oh, sweet MJ…i have read your beautiful words at just the right time. *deep exhale*. so much truth in this…the moment-by-moment, the conscious slowing-down….briliant stuff, truly the magic ingredient. xo

  7. It is not the passage of roughness that I seek, but the distinct details that define this moment from the next. I want in waking what it is I cannot have in the apparation of my faded dreams, the texture and tangibility that makes this life my very own to live. – beautifully written. thanks for sharing this xoxo

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