corny-corn-corn

as corny as it is, i really like the stephen sondheim song called "being alive." its narrator is a person who wants someone in her life, even if that person messes everything up... sitting in her chair, ruining her sleep... because having someone you love mess up your life is better than having no one you love at all.

as i live in this new-ish relationship (going on 10 months now) i must often remind myself of this kind of beauty, the beauty of having someone mess up my routine, drink the last of my milk, wake me up inopportunely, make irritating noises. all this is much better than living in a bubble, as i was accustomed to doing.

i took david to a family gathering last night and was almost perfectly comfortable. i must give my sister credit for being so warm and welcoming and at the same time, casual about it, as if it were meant to be, and there's nothing particularly 'special' about it. these small steps are little revolutions, slowly incrementally changing the way things are done.

in other news...

my sister-in-law has a beautiful poem on her blog today. i will hereby usurp it. it is by mary oliver and i believe it may be called "praying."

It doesn't have to be

the blue iris, it could be

weeds in a vacant lot, or a few

small stones; just

pay attention, then patch

a few words together and don't try

to make them elaborate, this isn't

a contest but the doorway

into thanks, and a silence in which

another voice may speak.