Grandparent mantra: I have arrived
Okay – I know my writing has been spare this week. How can I lose myself in literary musings when I have the prospect at my fingertips of mingling limbs and life with my dear little Fiona?
What is it about grandchildren? They seem to dissolve the hard, defined edges of our selves into soft, blurry, blobs of love-drenched protoplasm. When Fiona’s restless head settles down on my shoulder and her body relaxes against mine, I long to stop time. What’s that Buddhist mantra? I have arrived. I am home, in the here, and in the now.
My 60th year in 60,000 words
Day 294: 96 words, TOTAL = 48,834; 11,166 remaining
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Robin Clifford Wood is an award-winning author, poet, and writing teacher. She lives in central Maine with her husband, loves to be outdoors, and enjoys ever-expanding horizons through her children, grandchildren, and granddogs.