July 2011
2 posts
Silence. Slowness.
Sometimes I forget about silence. Often I forget to go slow. Swimming helps. You can’t wear earbuds while swimming. Well, maybe you can, but I don’t have any such fancy earbuds. So you are left alone with the sound of the water mixed with brief intervals of shrieking pool children. And thoughts.
My thoughts while swimming lately have been all about going slow. It seems to be a theme...
Inhale/Exhale
Having the guys go off to their dad’s for a month is something I have been looking forward to for some time. It’s part of the parenting agreement, and the first few years after the divorce, it was honored by The Other Parent. (And here I don’t want to sound like a bitter ex-spouse, but I think it’s important for me to provide some background.)
The first year The Other...
