Photo by J.Scott Bovitz Feels funny to be sitting down to blog--like it has become a bit of a foreign world to me after a week with my kids home for spring break--like the part of me who writes, the part of me who finds it exhilarating to collect and share moments of my experience here, (who hopes to find a nugget of clarity or insight thrown into the mix), has been on vacation too, perhaps when she was most needed. Nevertheless, as always, there has been much learning--more awareness of deeper beliefs to unravel. Spring break began with an air of excitement and a little dread. Not used to having full days with one another, the girls became territorial. I began to crave silence, a pause in the noise for long enough that I might regroup. Eventually, however, I found myself only adding to the noise: commanding, demanding, reprimanding. I didn't get my silence, but I did become invisible, as the girls, tightly raveled in their stories about one another, continued to draw battle lines.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a field. I'll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about. Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn't make any sense.--Rumi