Estuary Life

A summer evening at the estuary.
Seemingly calm and peaceful
in it’s muted hues and abandoned trails,
only deceptively so.

For a few steps in, a bombardment of flurry.

Insects buzzing, hawks swooping, an imposing heron swooshing.

Bushes rustle and air hums as the micro world parties, welcoming night.

“Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.” ~Antoine de Saint-Exupery


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        • oh like i did yesterday. gone! just gone and had a big ol’ cry on my bed by myself because of it! but guess what!!!??? kevin is going to take the girls to the trailer all weekend…and i get to stay home for as long as i want (or can handle!). possibly two full nights by myself…and two days too! i am beyond ready for the “crazy” to leave me. i think this might be just what i need!
          next topic we will need to discuss is shedding the idea that i will be “missing out” i need some tips on how to work that through in my mind. i am reminding myself that this break will ensure that the time i do spend with them will be that much better…and that daddy/girls time is just as important. anyway…lets save that for a face to face.

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