Yesterday, there was a tiny tiny moment in the chaos of the universe where I found part of me I thought was lost.
I took in an experience. Fifteen minutes of sparkles.
I did not multi task through it. I did not carry the obligatory mom-guilt of no outward productivity. I didn’t load down it with false existential meaning.
I was quiet. I was thoughtful. I saw the cluster of veinous creativity that sits just beyond my vision and seemingly forever out of reach.
Just the peek at that inspiration seemed like hope.
Then, just as fast as it appeared, it was gone. Again lost to the chores, routines, needs of others, guilt…
May the next peek not be so far away.
Sparks 