Chloe is a little sad that I’m leaving for England and we won’t see each other till September. It’s hard now with her being an adult. I can’t really drag her around Europe for the summer any more. So I used these words to write something for my little girl.
Yes, we’ll be brave and we’ll both cry a little.
voices, impossible, scare, climb, risk, listen,
where, smoke, happens, pressure, might, orders
allow yourself hit-or-miss days.
Let the days pass by normally as air does in your lungs, expanding like pink balloons. Don’t let it scare you.
It’s impossible to have known the days already, each risk, each sluggish start, each heavy heart, each buttered breakfast toast and expiration date.
Don’t try to climb above it. Don’t try to come bend fate and bring destiny to your will and shed light on your path and borrow more life.
Stay grounded, close to the fire for warmth and don’t climb into the smoke where you are blind.
Just like life is an arcs of orbits, day and night, growing out from and setting into all things, so too is feeling, filling up all things until our shoots can no longer stay straight and our yellowed stems bow back to the ground.
Feel the pressure and think how remarkable it all might be.
Remarkable, because it isn’t one of those moments when your insides turn and your heart beats double time.
Remarkable, because then the only voices you will listen to are yours, the only orders from your heart.
So stare out at the puddles and rain’s soft strike on the windows in drop after drop, and don’t wonder when the weather will let sadness go.
But if it does then dance this time, maybe unbutton your pants a little.
Pretty much just like that, except maybe a little more.