lightness of being and the unbearableness thereof

Not lacking in ego, just my body feels like it takes up very little space in this world today. Shadows weigh nothing at all and are painful. I feel like I will float away if given a good push. Dandelion clock. Bones are lacking in substance. The boys run around me and I strive to make them hear me. Maybe I have lost my voice and no sound is coming out?

love

Burning with desire, even the children notice the cut in the air and sense the unsaid meaning in everyday conversation. Parents have to remember they are lovers sometimes.

Louise Erdrich, an incredible poet

This extract is from her poem  'Advice to myself.'

It is a wonderful poem and one I keep reading right now because it seems to advise me and my state of mind.

Don't keep all the pieces of the puzzles
or the doll's tiny shoes in pairs, don't worry
who uses whose toothbrush or if anything
matches, at all.
Except one word to another. Or a thought.
Pursue the authentic-decide first
what is authentic,
then go after it with all your heart.
Your heart, that place
you don't even think of cleaning out.
That closet stuffed with savage mementos.

Small Stone : 12

three envelopes with locks of baby hair weigh nothing

yet the contents shine gold, copper and dark bronze

Naming a child

Each name was like a rabbit hidden in a burrow, we had to coax it out with lettuce leaves.

Small Stone : 11

the dog found the basket of eggs by the back door and ate them all; the scattered shells make the child seek for a dinosaur that must have hatched

small stone : 10

The mist at six am shudders into daylight revealing the church spire pointed in faint reproach.