why i stay . . . because my journals reveal too much too often, because my sons are people i always want to know, because our home-remodeling-times-two are both so fabulous to live in, because i still have so many books to read. because we’ve gone through perfect and through almost-failing and through every other dot on the spectrum and i need to see it to the end. because i love taking photographs, because abstract art is my new delight and i’ve only scratched the surface, because i still have so much more to say. because words like “collide” and “copse” and “copenhagen” and “collateral” intrigue me. because my foray into being a nature-girl is only just beginning.
why i stay? because i make a difference in people’s lives, because i love being the fashionista with the clothes and the style and the poses, because there are just too many fabulous colors, because harlowe needs her breakfast. because i’m proud of my heritage and my accomplishments and the work i still aim to do, because no one else can deliver the 7 essential elements, because my book is yet unwritten.
why i stay, why i stay, why i stay. because, because, because.
because there are still too many interesting “crumbly goodness” corners in the world to explore, because i haven’t traveled to japan yet, because i like to walk and practice qigong and gua sha. because i am healing myself. because the sounds of adding machines and rotary dial telephones fill me with a gleeful giddiness, because i’m not done waking up late and going to bed late, because the moon is still a beautiful mystery, and because diners and road-trip-coffee complete my hidden vagabond desires.
why i stay? because i am not ready to go. this earth is large, and i am still a tiny blip in its orbit.
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[this 13-minute freewrite was inspired by the repeating line in morgan farley’s poem why i stay]
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