we each have our own ways of coping.
when things (be they family or world news or health) get dicey,
i tend to peel back the layers
in an effort to
down to the core of what matters to me
so i can focus on the meat of what’s important
and not get pulled off track by the chaos (whatever form it takes).
this week, in the light of more shootings,
i prayed a lot.
i also stripped the cork board in my little workroom down to nothing and started again.
there is something so freeing to me about having less to focus on.it doesn’t fix anything and it doesn’t lessen the pain,
but it does ease the clutter of thoughts in my head a bit
leaving me room to process
and to think.
then i took my 6 yr old
to his friend’s kidz planet birthday party.
maybe i was looking for something to make sense,
because world events often don’t.
sometimes in the stripped down reality of children
things seem clearer to me.
so, i’m taking photos of the kids playing.
they’re helping each other climb
up the fake rock walls.
they’re taking turns jumping into the pit of foam cubes.
they’re sliding down big blowup slides, laughing all the way.
occasionally they run into each other or yell or cut in line.
tempers flare, but it blows over quickly,
like a passing rain shower that leaves the air smelling better than before.
and the thought keeps coming to my mind,
too bad we can’t get the grown-ups of the world together(both the people making decisions and the people things are being decided for)
in their stocking feet (because it’s so much harder
to feel tough or self-important that way),
to just play for awhile.
i like to believe, that without posturing or over thinking,
they’d begin to help each other out
and even laugh together at their own mistakes.
that the inevitable squabbles
might have a chance of blowing over like passing rain showers
clearing the air to create some space for change.
we sure could use some change