The past two weeks have been full of thoughts- some focused and many just clouds passing by...
One cloud took a detached look at my ideas on who these boys of mine are and my parenting, so very different, of each one.
One cloud wondered what else I needed to DO for them. This one had an emphatic tone. I found myself struggling. Then, I watched the cloud pass by. I believe I had to allow it to pass or I would have spent hours dwelling, fliking up dream space with chatter.
Pass along, clouds. How varied you are. How you turn from whimsy to tricky back to just thin air.
Sometimes the clouds gather to rain.
I love rain.