Those moments/days when a memory comes to mind & you know if you let it free you will weep & then your eyes will swell & your head will hurt & the day will be stained & ruined by the footsteps taken back in time. Thatβs today.
You know that you have too much to do to let that happen. So you force it away. You push through your pain; put it back on the shelf for another day. That black jar that lets in no light, dusty, scratched & beaten up. It sits up there on that shelf; you will get to it one day. Youβll let yourself have the headache. But not today.
Today I am going to play with my dear Daughter. I am going to dance, talk, laugh & be silly with her. Every minute I am with her I am going to let myself be filled by her youth & her beauty; her learning & her ideas because our sons & daughters donβt all make it & I want to breathe In every moment of her while I am able.
Violet Ashes 