anchors and wings

Prompt for this week: Small

go.

Those days, when the world feels too big, and you feel too... well, too whatever.  The days when you can't quite find your footing, or your wings feel a little too retracted, trapped, and your boots a bit too stuck in the mud.  Those days when you feel too light or too large to stay anchored.

Like a Zeppelin anchored by the smallest of mooring lines, it's the little things that keep you rooted, focused, lofted, or anchored.

The newspaper lady in the T station, on your longest commute and your best and worst days, whose eyes light up with recognition when she sees you.  And who, no matter what day it is, wishes you a happy weekend. I don't know her name yet, but on Thursday, I'm going to ask.

The baby who grabs onto your hand and pulls your fingers close, as you desperately pray, please Jesus, let this sweet baby go back to sleep.  Who grins up at you at 4 in the morning, as he makes his rounds of his crib, too excited by new skills of crawling and sitting to stay still.  But for a moment, your fingers and his, intertwined, reminds you that these are the moments to hold dear.

The collapsing in those fits of belly-shaking, never-stopping laughter, after an unfortunate run-in with the squeaky Sophie the Giraffe who frightens the pants off of you on a daily, and mostly nightly basis, when she's accidentally trod upon.

The moments of balance and perspective, seconds really, when you see the hardest parts of life in the rearview mirror and there's the freedom to breathe and say, "oh yeah... I see what you did there." Even, there are parts of that time that I miss.  That I hold dear.  And you realize, I'm through that.  I'm okay.  Even,  I'm better for it.  And yes, even, I'm grateful.

Keeping me grounded, giving me perspective, lifting me up - it's the little things that give me anchors and wings.

stop.


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