Funny- all our arguments start isn’t he kitchen. THis idea of the feminine seems to hold up in the space between the fridge and the sink and the counter and the crumbs and it bothers us.
I wonder if we leave this house and this kitchen and all the arguments that kept us together will we be able to enjoy the JOY and stop retracing the fault lines.
I am exhausted this week from the conversation about raising kids and raising roofs and moving on and my soul is in need of this…NOTHING. A day of absolute simple calmness that requires only a faint bit of curiosity to exist.
