A word of advice for the Sunday whirl

July 7, 2013

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. πŸ™‚


voices, impossible, scare, climb, risk, listen,
where, smoke, happens, pressure, might, orders


allow yourself hit-or-miss days.

It happens.

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.

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  • Reply brenda w July 7, 2013 at 5:24 pm

    Fantastic advice! My daughter and I are drawing close to our first real big parting, so this speaks dearly to my heart. I love it, and will share it with TL. Thank you.

    • Reply Veronica July 7, 2013 at 6:18 pm

      Are you really Brenda? It’s a tough one. My children and I used to live in Europe for months at a time, but now they’re all grown. πŸ™ But at least they love me and miss me. πŸ™‚ I hope your separation is an easy one. πŸ™‚

  • Reply 1sojournal July 7, 2013 at 5:37 pm

    Wonderful use of the words, perhaps the best I’ve seen all day. Your letter is filled with love, caring and wisdom. Could serve as a prototype for all parents letting go of their children for the first time.


    • Reply Veronica July 7, 2013 at 6:18 pm

      Wow Elizabeth, thank you so much. πŸ™‚

  • Reply Misky July 7, 2013 at 11:42 pm

    Made my eyes well-up. My youngest son is moving with his wife to BogotΓ‘ at the end of this month, and now all my sons will be thousands of miles away from me. I know how this feels; it knots my stomach just to think about it. However, back to exquisite poem, this “each buttered breakfast toast and expiration date” is wonderful.

    • Reply Veronica July 8, 2013 at 8:01 am

      Oh Misky, now I’m getting teary. I’ll be there tomorrow if you are somewhere close and need a hug. πŸ™‚

  • Reply Robyn Greenhouse July 8, 2013 at 12:15 am

    How lucky your daughter is to have you! Such a sweet poem for her to read everyday while you are away! My kids are still home, but can’t imagine what it will be like if/when they lives take them far away. I hope I’ll be able to express myself in a poem like this when the time comes.

    • Reply Veronica July 8, 2013 at 8:03 am

      Hi Robyn, I remember the days when they were little guys and transportable. That was much easier then leaving them now because so much more can go wrong with them and I can’t get to them as fast as I might want to. πŸ™‚

  • Reply Irene July 8, 2013 at 3:34 am

    I like that the only orders are from the heart. A special poem letter indeed, Veronica.

    • Reply Veronica July 8, 2013 at 8:03 am

      Thank you Irene. πŸ™‚

  • Reply daryledelstein July 8, 2013 at 4:02 am

    hey, if you’d told me, given me some notice you could have dragged me around Europe!

    • Reply Veronica July 8, 2013 at 8:05 am

      Oh dam, Daryl, that would have been so much fun! Lol, can you imagine the trouble we would get up to? How’s your Italian? I can cover the French, German, Russian and Slavic countries. πŸ™‚

  • Reply Pamela July 8, 2013 at 7:00 am

    I can’t really say more than has already been said, Veronica. My daughter (only child) lives in the US and I miss her more than anything in the world. Exquisite poem on parting.


    • Reply Veronica July 8, 2013 at 8:06 am

      Oh gosh Pamela, that’s hard. I’m also an only child and my mother misses me something crazy now that dad and her sisters are all gone. Thank goodness that I have three and the kids are more or less around Vancouver. πŸ™‚

  • Reply Carol Early Cooney July 9, 2013 at 3:05 am

    Lovely. Again a terrific use of simple words to mean so much.

    • Reply Veronica July 10, 2013 at 5:43 am

      Thank you Carol πŸ™‚

  • Reply michellepond July 9, 2013 at 5:45 am

    This post needs to come with a warning to have tissues ready before reading. I love the line “Stay grounded, close to the fire for warmth and don’t climb into the smoke where you are blind.” Beautiful work, as always.

    • Reply Veronica July 10, 2013 at 5:44 am

      Aw Michelle, thank you so much. πŸ™‚

  • Reply Walt Wojtanik July 10, 2013 at 3:08 am

    Veronica, Chloe’s “adventure” will be as fulfilling and exhilarating as yours will be. Your love is her road map to success. Bon Voyage to the two of you! (And GREAT advice, BTW!)

    • Reply Veronica July 10, 2013 at 5:45 am

      Thank you Walt. Chloe calls me every day so we can talk and make sure we are both ok, but I do miss her terribly. πŸ™‚

  • Reply Sara v July 10, 2013 at 11:19 am

    Veronica, you really know how to give great advice-and poetically too! Love the plant analogies; dancing and unbuttoning your pants–wonderful πŸ™‚

    • Reply Veronica July 11, 2013 at 12:56 am

      Thank you Sara. I’m glad you liked it. These little Sunday whilrs are getting easier now. Practice I think. πŸ™‚

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