Nice Turn Of Events







Butterfly by Krista





Sunday
May 18. 2014




Maybe it’s spring. The way it bursts out of the gate, first the snowbells coming up in the snow, then, I don’t know, purple crocus tucked by the rock in the backyard, magnolia teacup, the blaze of the forsythia, crazy yellow. Next thing I know the irises are waving their tall and slender selves, the apple tree blooms + turns flush with green leaves. The yard where I walked up to my thighs in snow all winter is freshly mowed. 


















Maybe it’s that Michael came home from Los Angeles for a couple of weeks and life felt a little more normal, or a little less lopsided. Having your husband working on the opposite coast is challenging, especially through the hardest winter I can recall. 


But west and east
point b and point a
it’s how we fell in love in the first place. 

~ that’s a good story


Maybe I’m noticing more moments of gladness after what feels like years of a thrumming worry running through me/ not that I was always worried. But you know the underground stream.


Not that it has disappeared, it’s in my fat cells. 


It’s about allowing the gladness.































like it’s possible that it can be a natural state of being.


Like wearing really red boots, I don’t have any but still…, or hearing the Happy Song on the radio when you pull in the driveway and you start dancing with your kid until the whole song is done, or smothering a graham cracker with peanut butter and sliding a piece of chocolate on top followed by eating, or the first grader who comes up and says in a very sincere voice – 


Ms. Jackson, I love you. we’d just met that day!


Or the other sincere first grader who shared that she had repeated first grade but wasn’t quite sure she was ready to go to second. 


I knew exactly what the kid was talking about. 


Why leave, I like it here!

you got to flow with the river, kid.






























I don’t have to be fretful. Nothing personal, Henny. 

I can sweep my barnyard without watching the sky.


I can sweep and walk and sleep and love + dance and be awake in the middle of the night and miss my guy and wonder about Dad and hang with six year olds or my John Deere and still,


be filled with a kind of gladness instead.


It’s feels like a nice turn of events. 






















namaste, lovelies.


xo b



One thought on “Nice Turn Of Events

  1. Oh my goodness I'm loving the theme of allowing the GLADNESS and "like it's possible that it can be a natural state of being." Your words seem to float more buoyantly across the page, bolstered by some newfound radiant levity, and it's making me grin wildly.:D

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