Tuesday, January 31, 2006
For a Mother, time is eventful. Even abstract. Like a force of nature.
A beautiful day. Great expectations. On the sands of luxurious Miami Beach behind the Fontainebleau when I was small, I took my father's hand as we walked onto the ocean's foamy edge. The waves slapped the shore in an angry break and the undertow was furious and fast; leaving broken shells and seaweed in it's wake. As another huge wave rushed up, I dug in my heels and braced for the wall of water. Breaking lose from my father, I began bobbing up and down, pulled by some unknown force farther down the shore. Choking as salty water filled my nose and mouth, I tried to get to land before another wave did me in. I was surprised to now see our umbrella and chairs so far down the shore.
So goes time for a Mother. Dig in your heels and brace yourself and Be Here Now. For space and time are too soon far down the shore.
A beautiful day. Great expectations. On the sands of luxurious Miami Beach behind the Fontainebleau when I was small, I took my father's hand as we walked onto the ocean's foamy edge. The waves slapped the shore in an angry break and the undertow was furious and fast; leaving broken shells and seaweed in it's wake. As another huge wave rushed up, I dug in my heels and braced for the wall of water. Breaking lose from my father, I began bobbing up and down, pulled by some unknown force farther down the shore. Choking as salty water filled my nose and mouth, I tried to get to land before another wave did me in. I was surprised to now see our umbrella and chairs so far down the shore.
So goes time for a Mother. Dig in your heels and brace yourself and Be Here Now. For space and time are too soon far down the shore.
