Everything is in a state of disarray.
5:44 p.m., and my bare feet have been dodging landmines of pointy Noah's ark animals, the sharp edges of rescue heroes for hours.
But I refuse shoes, socks, anything that would play buffer to the full force of my weight pressing into the pieces of life scattered around the house.
There's a warm breeze flowing in from the windows, and today is the first day in too many that my feet haven't been cold pressed against the hardwood floors.
I pick my battles.
And I choose them carefully.
Until I don't.
Because sometimes I can't remember what I'm fighting rather I just know that I'm picking up the sword, forgetting all about the Armour.
And sometimes I get all caught up in what's pressing into my skin in the immediacy -- the cold winds of a too-early, too-cold fall or the fine chilled mist of colder-than-normal September mornings.
And I get so busy with those, that I don't remember what I'm really battling are the little elephants in the room that send jolts of sharp pain through my body when I step on them after I've briefly {sort of but not really} forgotten, or maybe just stepped around them for a few moments in the midst of living.
I love this, Hyacynth. Just beautiful. And around here it's pointy Legos... :)
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ReplyDeleteAnd man it got cold fast. Here too. While I don't normally object, it's just too early!
"I pick my battles... until I don't." Yeah, that sounds about right. :/
ReplyDeleteHave you been peeking into my house? Cuz this is how it is here, too!
ReplyDeleteHeather is a member of my MOPS group! I agree...I can only pick my battles for so long....
ReplyDeleteI gave up on the barefoot thing about one kid ago. The legos . . . the pointy triangular blocks . . . those little k'nex pieces that jump up and attack an unsuspecting toe . . .
ReplyDeleteyeah. I wear houseshoes now. Which I think qualifies me for old ladyhood. As if my armchair and snuggie didn't already do that anyway. :)
This is so good. I love what it speaks.
ReplyDeleteThank you.