Neither Here Nor There

I come here, like I often come here:

Bleary-eyed and purposefully dancing around the fire of to-do's that demand my immediate and distracted attention.

But I come here, like I look through a box of treasured ephemera.

So much of my life captured in one space, but almost forgotten.

A life I once lived that is now a silent part of me,

Core experiences that have been lost beneath the layers of the newer, the shinier, the most urgent.

I spend my days less introspectively now.

And to what end?

To the subtle crafting of little minds and little hearts.

Who could perhaps--no, certainly--benefit from the less-distracted introspections of their mother's soul.

So, perhaps I shall return.