So yesterday morning I woke up late. I woke up late because I am human and I am a work in progress. And I was compelled to hurry and to hustle and I needed my daughter to do the same. But 7-year-olds - much like Mommys’ who accidentally ignore their alarm clocks- don’t really care too much for hustling at 8am when they are tired, when the sun can feel like it’s own kind of alarm before the coffee in your brain has had it’s chance to wake up your… everything. So I understand and still I need her to move. And at some point I need to tell her that we might miss her science camp picture this morning because I woke up later than I meant to and I am sorry. And because I guess she is very comfortable with me and maybe the universe knows I can handle it she signs, “It’s your fault. And when I get my certificate with the group picture I won’t be in the picture.” “Yes, that’s true”, I respond. “You might not be in that picture and I am sorry and do you think those are nice words to s...
This was recently found - written during the summer of 2004 in Alaska And the sky is blue With the clouds so white Just a moment ago they were orange and gold Beyond the road The mountains climb And the bears reside And the moose have babies The wolves in their dens of 15 or more In their homes 4 ft. high Look out over the forest so wide To gather The best vantage point The air’s so quiet now Most of us are in bed Yet soon to awake to Serve the hungry patrons. Maybe everything we say and do is Lost in translation And the only real things Are the glaciers and this mountain And the white sheep eating grasses Sometimes we ruin the peacefulness of it all With our drunken banter And far off cries Because even in this place The best of human nature Is sometimes hidden
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