The Girl Who Learned To Kneel

Elsie’s in a mood…in a throwing things on the ground mood. It’s kind of fascinating the way she grabs an object and hurls it to the floor all matter of fact. Annoying, but cute. I am compelled to fill her hands so I can witness the move again and again. Sophie the Giraffe plunges to her death; multicoloured rattle cascades on my right; leopard print wallet nosedives to my left. Elsie’s hands at work. I want to hear Tom Petty right now. Wildflowers. That would just make my day. Presto. Chango. Magico. Van Morrison will do. Reminds me of my youth. My sister. Doing puzzles on a cottage floor. Not my cottage, mind you. Oh, the cursed email that draws my focus. Why email? It’s never any good. Rarely life changing. Not ever actually. Pure distraction. But this is a day when I’m itching for distraction. So many habits that need pruning. I need to get more zen. A zen transformation, which will begin with prayer. To deal with the constant inner buzz and rush of adrenaline propelling me through each day. I suppose that’s how new parents survive. What I want: peace. More and more peace. Monday was about…what was Monday about…something dark. Oh yeah, the devil in my pants. That connotes a heck of an image. Tuesday was mercy. Wednesday is peace. Life is looking ‘way up.