To heal

"Somewhere we know that without silence words lose their meaning, that without listening speaking no longer heals, that without distance closeness cannot cure”

Henri Nouwen

Happy Thanksgiving 2007

Grateful. (that I don't have to use 1,000 words...)

(a year later)

The McCarty Clan

My sister and bros

The sibs "Take 2 Deja Vu"

Handsome McCarty Boys

Forced love - my schmakinwacker

My schnu

My mother
The post-turkey daze...

I'm so grateful.

tumble

The most apt word I can employ to describe my life of late is, "tumble."

I feel like I'm playing a game of musical chairs... perhaps as a 6 year old. There is that terrified feeling, the hyper-tuned senses, the feigned ambivalence, the conscious cheating, the relief of losing... I'm not unhappy I'm simply tense. I am slowly beginning to unravel (in a good way).

One of my 3rd graders wrote this, and I wanted it to be true of me:

(we were doing a poetry-writing exercise in which they had to use the same two adjectives at the start of each stanza)

Ayla wrote,

"I Am Crazy and Funny"

I am crazy and funny

I like to climb trees

I can flip in the air in my bouncy house

I can swing a real vine

I almost killed myself by jumping off a tree.

I am crazy and funny

I love gymnastics

I will jump off a cliff

I can jump off my house and fly

I will fly off my bouncy house

I am crazy and funny

I will do a double jump in the air possibly

I will walk up a tree

I can head bash a tree and knock myself in the head

Okay, I don't want *all* of it to be true of me.... But being crazy and funny would be nice. For now, I'm just tumbled.