- boys' lunches
- make beds/tidy mess
- laundry (*remember Nate's baseball uniform)
- gather books for donation
- playdates
- plan Ben's 7th b'day
- gather clothes for storage
- groceries (*remember coupons)
- prune thicket of email
- boys: summer activities (*remember to register for Cape camp)
- water plants
- purge soul of lingering fears and resentments. liberate self from anxious pretense and excess ego (*remember not to micromanage life.) plunge hands into the dark ground; pull up the weeds, the long-rooted and tangled angry narratives; unearth the gnarled clumps of anger and sorrow that have hardened to stone, the ossified fictions that hinder growth. gather them thoughtfully and hold them in the container of compassion I have woven strong with each and every mundane, daily act of tender care and then release them, that I may be free to see more clearly with untinted eyes and hear more acutely with untainted ears the beauty and brutality that surrounds me. so that I may speak more clearly with my own voice and follow my own path with surefooted grace. face each new season of my life with courage and curiosity, kindness and equanimity. (*remember to remove mask)
- prep dinner
- boys: homework
- paperwork
- (*remember that conversation with Josie seven years ago. We sat on a park bench, I pregnant with my second child and she with her fourth in as many years, and she told me about how despite the searing pain and the doctors' stern admonitions she sat up and pulled that last baby out with her own two hands, and as she spoke a monarch alighted on her shoulder and stayed there a full ten minutes at least until Josie was done speaking.)
- gym/meditate/write (make time)
- Nate's tooth money
- *remember the surprisingly early butterflies I've already seen this spring *remember the butterflies adorning nearly every mother's day card given and received this year *remember reading about butterflies or butterfly effects in several different instances in the last week *every seven years the human body regenerates itself completely *remember other times when life left me awash in synchronicity that would have seemed absurdly heavyhanded had I read it in fiction
- clean coffee maker
- tomorrow's clothes
- tomorrow's lunches
