Packing up the house while the baby's getting ready to move out too seems to be a ritual for so many families.
But I hope no baby ends up following the moving instructions instead of the birth plan.
If we had lab grown dragonflies instead of lab grown meat, they could hunt mosquitoes so we could actually enjoy summer nights instead of hiding depressed in a bar for a second or third drink alone.
Mother moves like someone who’s learned the weight of storms and still chooses softness. People wave signs, Mother holds the moment together. Watch Mother Acknowledging The Signs
When the day finally lets go of me, I drift into my favorite after hours reality, but not Mars, right here on Earth
A setting beyond the crust of the world, where the gravity of the day's loops finally lets go, and friends gather around board games, coloring books and our mutual harmonies.
For a little while, ordinary Earth fades into the background, imagination becomes home, and we're free to live like Fruit Loops, colorful, carefree, and delightfully ridiculous.
That's my Pride wish.
To always have that setting in the background, that familiar starting point and just the right distance where we can reach, float, dream, and be wonderful together.