a great task.

a long time ago, but not long enough ago that hearts weren't broken and girls weren't afraid, a philosopher told me that the next great task belonged to me. 

i knew of what he meant, but i assumed death would follow, a great task that was to the point and ceasing.  it was only last night in the soft air of five a.m. that i realized that my great task was this incredible being growing in my belly.  i had begun building, and my job wouldn't be done until i could contribute to the world what has been taken from us.  the next generation is beneath my belly with the hiccups.

a fantastic feeling to know that my husband and i can not only create together but build as well. 

i began a small traveling last night.  the night on the porch in austin when a opossum tried to chew my toes.  back to a smoky bar, in which i first met my dear friend, josh.  trying to remember what the armchair looked like, the one that kate and i transported via T in boston.  a china cabinet, antique and well-laden, full of books.  and how seth's room was always the smallest room in the back that drew all of the people.

occasionally, i would try to sleep, but i felt as if someone were awake with me somewhere and needed my comfort.