Tonight, life wears me like
an old pair of shoes. The kind
it can slip its feet into
without untying the laces.
The kind of shoes a mother
would probably throw out
thinking of the act as a favor.
Life is tired, tonight,
of running. Doesn’t want
to dress to impress. It just
wants to know that it goes on,
especially tonight when
events seem to point
to the contrary. And so
though I am down at the heel
and shabby, life slips into me
as if life depended on it.
And we walk in the moonlight,
cry. And howl. Then take another step.
And then another.
Though miles apart, my “down at the heel, shabby” self walks with you and howls too.
thank you, Joan, thank you … i needed exactly that message today.
Yes.
oh, thank you, Laura. right. That is the only word that really matters. Yes to what is, even when we want to argue with life, with death. but yes. yes.
Trying times. Keep writing.
Suez, thank you. Yes … and there it is. These are trying times. And we keep on. we keep on. as gregory orr says, all we can do is keep swimming, all we can do is keep singing.
my thoughts, entirely… the down at the heel, the shabby, AND the taking another step!
all of it, all of it
It has been a shabby’ing heel kind of week for many of us. Walking beside you. Shabby as need be.
friend, thank you. Let me walk beside you, too … it helps to not feel alone.
xoxo
Exactly so. My shabby, weary soul accompanies you across the pond. Together we all journey on, one day at a time.
thank you, Joy … I just love the way you said that–made me laugh. A pleasure to be shabby souled with you.
Stretching my arms around the world. Kia kaha.
Rachel, thank you. Ohhhh friend. thanks for sending some love. Sending it back to you.