I am not sure if I should write about missing my son Sid while he is on a wonderful adventure in China, the bad ideas that are being pushed in the two constitutional amendment ballot questions we will face this fall, the still racist commentary during the Olympics, a couple of the great stories of the Olympics, how my foot hurts and I don’t know why and how it makes it hard to get today’s exercise, the fact that I am not really feeling that sorry for myself when I know that my friend Anne’s friend Jim is in the hospital with an illness from which they don’t think he’ll recover and who may be in his last days.
I could write about my mom and dad’s wonderful 50th wedding anniversary and the wonderful friends my mom and dad have cultivated over that half century. I would, but it is a story that is too long to tell, with too many people and is one about two people about whom there is too much to say in this moment.
I could write about all the work I need to do around my house and how I am supposed to get a lot of it done while my son is on adventure and learning in China.
I am reminded of a phrase that my Sid used to use often. “Too many conversations.” When he was little, he used to say this whenever I ran into someone I knew–and it seemed to him that I knew someone wherever we went. Too many conversations; let’s go. And maybe today, too many of my thoughts are running into each other. Do I need to make time to talk with each of them?
Too many words. Too many ideas. Maybe it is time to just cultivate a moment of simplicity.
A simple moment with a simple cup of tea, something that I have not enjoyed for a while, but can now with today’s wonderfully cool morning, a wonderful cup out of which to drink it and the promise of a weekend that I can fill with something new.
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| Tea cup by Heather Wang. http://www.fireonthegreenway.com |
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