These days I find my head swirling

…and while I think fatigue is always a given

Life is just…

Swirling

…with good news and bad

…via social media feeds

Texts

Calls

…whether they’re my own, Sara’s or someone else close to me

The flow…is fierce

Any lulls are short lived

…but welcome

 

So welcome

 

…like a quiet morning just before first light

When the world, it seems…

Doesn’t quite rest (as it should)..

…but pause

…for a quick breath

Before jumping back into the hustle

 

Where simple walks with Finn make way…

…for a clear head

And promise of nothing more than a walk.
The here. The now.

 

I experience this like everyone else

…but can’t help feeling removed more times than not

Feet firmly planted in my own mire…

…sunken down a few inches into the sediment as if I’m making every effort to take root

To be steadfast

Detached

 

…to resist.

 

And I watch

…and can almost see the wind kick up

…and the swirl start

…and the torrent of activity

Sucking up all within its path…

…willing or not

 

A new day is here.

 

Find something to hold on to…