Sunday, November 14, 2010

5 weeks

I have a lot to say, I really do.
Five weeks away is more than a vacation. It's more than a visit. It's living somewhere else. It's another home.
The tools I have to capture experiences, language, words, just aren't enough this time. I have a long drive ahead today. Maybe the swirling streams of love that have so heavily imprinted my heart will sort themselves into something I can record.
I will try to tell what streaming morning sun on a newborn babe and mother feels like. I will try to share the joyful relief of a baby's first cry after waiting and waiting and waiting. I will try to desribe the mmmmm... smell of fresh oat scones baked by a new father. I will try to find words for the feelings that flood through me as I place my hands on my daughter's full belly, cradle my grandson's emerging head, wrap my arms around his hours old body and drift off to heaven asleep in their bed.
I will try.

1 comment:

diane said...

I am looking forward to hearing more. If anyone can capture these feelings and moments-of-being into words, it is you.
I am sure the tri-cities woke up feeling empty without you.