a common day

Good Monday Morning friends and family. I have spent nearly an hour writing and I have found nothing but the gritty and boring details of a common life. There are so many small things that distract me from what is real. I keep reaching, trying to find myself in the clutter of this life. This is why I write and dance: to find myself amidst the clutter; to notice the rawness of my heart and the vulnerability of love; to notice again the global greed, fear and anger driving issues that are beyond my control; and then to return to the music of the birds singing, the opulent growth of the grass and my sons; to truly hear when my son says: "thank you Mom, I love you."; and to believe that somewhere in all of this is a truth and a calling that makes it worth getting up early again to notice and reflect upon my life. Blessed be.