We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us.
It is not just in some; it is in everyone.
[Marianne Williamson]

Friday, August 24, 2012

In lieu of sleep

Reading Tolstoy at 2am. In the midst of battle, a long loud rumble of thunder fires the artillery to life. I rescue damp washing lit by lightning flash.

Honey stirs. I snuggle. Rain streams down as she feeds. The boys dream on, warm and undisturbed.

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