While the laundry does itself, wiping out its own stains,
the bathrooms clean themselves,
the breakfast dishes stack themselves like in an old Disney cartoon,
the counter wiped by an enchanted cloth in soapy, circular motions,
She sits and looks out the window at the hump-backed bear shaped mountain.
While the after-school snack bakes itself, scattered papers tidy up
and fall neatly into files,
groceries appear in the cupboards and fridge,
supper prepares itself, simmering savoury flavours on the stovetop,
She re-reads a favourite novel and sips tea from a thin china cup.
While the children answer their own questions and solve their own story problems, mediate
their own arguments and nag themselves to clean their rooms,
She turns the music up and dances around the livingroom, singing at the top of her voice.
While her husband keeps his thoughts about his day to himself and offers himself one or two wise, comforting
remarks, knows he needs to go for a walk and suggests they both go...
She puts on her shoes and heads out the door
Where day has put itself away and the dusk doesn't need to talk.
I thought of this poem this morning. I wrote it and have posted it before, a couple of years ago, but I decided it was worth posting again. I had been wondering if I would have time to post anything on my blog today. I had dropped off my car for an oil change at the local garage and was walking home when I ran into a friend. We talked for several minutes and then she offered me a ride. I declined and found myself saying, "This walk may be the only solitude I get today."
Last week my husband was home sick, this week our youngest daughter has been down with the flu. Today is graduation day for our second eldest, so we are ironing clothes and a friend of his is coming over soon to style his hair. This weekend is going to be a full one and next week my husband is on holiday, which I am looking forward to. We generally get lots of projects done around the house and our youngest loves it when her dad walks her to school in the mornings. Solitude, however will be rare and it hit me this morning that in two weeks the older kids will be out of school for the summer.
I do enjoy having my family around me and I thoroughly enjoy my work with people in the community, but every busy person needs time to themselves to reflect and regroup. I predict some long, solitary runs and bike rides for myself in the coming weeks, and plenty of going to bed early with a book.
My daughter took the photo of the columbine in our garden. She finds solitude behind the lens of a camera.