an interruption

I feel like these posts are jarring. I like the flow of my blog and then I get all petty and mean. But right now I am teeth-grindingly frustrated about something. It might be too much sugar or not enough fat or it might be dehydration, but i'm angry at everyone around me. I'm angry at the walls. I'm angry at the air and the clammy, humid fabric against my back. I'm angry at my job and I want to run away and just spend time being a mother. I'm angry at MDO for potty training kids too early so that my child looks like the odd one out. I'm angry that other people want the world a certain way. I'm angry that I don't feel trusted or important. I'm angry and hurt and sad.

There are deep secrets in the world. In the silence I hear their whispers. In the dark I see their shape. In the stillness I feel their presence. They are near. It is not thought or logic that hunts them down. They cannot be tracked by such bluntness. Stillness of the soul invites them, the leaves of intuition flutter in their wake. They are near. The veil is lightest as the sun rises. Wait for them just before the dawn.