this morning, i woke up slow, in layers, gentle, warm, emerging from the unfolding dream blending smooth and easy into the waiting day. the Son of lizard noticed this, and as usual had things he'd been waiting impatiently to tell me:
the son: god is real. and she is everywhere.
the mom: ¿she?
the son: yeah, i think god's a girl
there you have it.
yes. there you have it! grinning from ear to ear. perfect in every way. i can live with that notion, yes indeedly.
Oooo.. Good for Mom!
bingo! put up the closed sign kids, it's time to go fishing.
even if you do everything else wrong from now on -- you can take credit for that, and be satisfied.