here is non hoome, here nis but wildernesse

(from Balade de bon Conseyl)


some days, I feel like I can't dredge up the fight needed;
and I recall my younger days of wishing I could sink to the bottom of the ocean,
close out all the noise and oppressiveness...
and just escape. God, I feel so tired.

You know, you look around at human beings
running and running and running
after things;

and then I sit with my 5-year-old client and
I zone out and stare at him as he fiddles with the Lego pieces
-- and he just is.
Just is.
Why can't we be just is, please.
He looks up and shows me he's got it right,
and on to the next piece now.

It's quiet, and thoughtful, and peaceful, and good.