God is the madwoman in the attic.
I'm camped out on the threshold with my journal, camera, and plenty of snacks.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

inside the lines

I'm coloring again. I get out my markers and coloring pages after Baby N goes to bed. We can hear him, awake & chattering to himself, for an hour... or two. I wait for him to fall asleep before I go to bed, but I'm drowsy & muddle-headed and frequently a little anxious. So I color.

The coloring calms me. The awake & chattering inside my head stills. My muscles relax. Clarity, like a beam of light through dusty air, shines in my mental musty attic. Maybe then there's a list or a sketch of a plan for the next day. And finally I too can go to bed.

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