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“Funny how falling feels like flyin’…for a little while”*
A few weeks ago, while attempting to fly in the dark at midnight, I fell. Five weeks ago, to be exact. Like a witch riding her broom across the starry sky, I jumped onto a rope swing in the dark, after a few drinks, thinking I too could ride the night winds.
Unfortunately, I missed getting my ass on the seat and rather than fly into the night, I fell, hard. I fractured my hip, a few ribs and even my C2, for good measure. And I’ve been homebound ever since. Unable to dance, write, or even keep house. Everything that I am, I can’t.
This has been the theme of my life this summer: Everything that I am, I can’t be anymore. Everything I’ve been, is fading away. The Universe has been trying to get it through my head-that the person I once was is no longer necessary-but it took the stripping of my very mobility to get me to listen.
It begins two-years ago, with my eldest going to college. At that point the clock of mother-writer-teacher began to tick towards it’s end. I had two years until the youngest went to college to figure out the next phase of my life. I’d spent the first four years of my mothering trying to figure out how to live WITH these two amazing creatures, I certainly didn’t want to waste another four years figuring out how to live WITHOUT them. So I began to look into full-time work, a…
