unstuck

I love anything from Oliver Jeffers, he manages to fit so much between the pages of a picture book. Joy, without cliche.

Today I feel stuck, my kite up a tree

Inert, rigid, slothlike, fixed.

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I should all over myself, tell myself that what’s happening isn’t good enough, that I need to be a productive member of society, a better parent

but that voice isn’t helpful, and it’s no help in getting me unstuck

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But, if we’re thinking like Oliver,

maybe there’s a way out.

I take a step, tossing my shoe, hat, a friend’s bicycle

Small boats and big boats

Orangutans and lighthouses.

Nothing seems to work.

My kite is still stuck.

Just then

Elephant walks up, snuggles in, book in hand, no agenda other than being

Here, now

So.

Instead of pushing, and tossing, and flailing away

I think it’s best I take a step back, draw in, take a breath,

and let the wind do its work