The kitchen light is broken and requires tightening each day which I can only reach with a chair or step stool, so it’s Ben’s job now, and he’s in the dark, just waking.
The interweaving of the dream Buddhas with actual morning tasks is gorgeous. That image of finding gold statues under clay during war feels spot-on for trying to remember whats essential while doing dishes and packing lunches. I've noticed how often profound moments show up disguised as boring routine, the trick is staying awake enough to catch them. The ritual goodbye exchange with your son adds a sweet grounding note too.
Radiance in the everyday morning rituals! The vibration of the unknown!
The dream intertwined with the tumbling raisins and broken kitchen light. Beautiful.
Vanessa, I love your writing and how perfectly you it is! Thank you for this vivid little dispatch
Love this so much....feel your Vanessa-ness.
The interweaving of the dream Buddhas with actual morning tasks is gorgeous. That image of finding gold statues under clay during war feels spot-on for trying to remember whats essential while doing dishes and packing lunches. I've noticed how often profound moments show up disguised as boring routine, the trick is staying awake enough to catch them. The ritual goodbye exchange with your son adds a sweet grounding note too.