i’m surrounded by people and animals who all want attention and nurturing and care of some sort. From youngest to oldest, they take turns presenting themselves in need of whatever they need. Diaper changes. Conversation. Redirection. Hugs. Laughter. Carrying. Encouraging. Supporting.
I’m exhausted and overwhelmed all the time.
When i’m not responding to them, i’m trying to do my actual what-i-get-paid-to-do work. And write here. And maintain friendships. And take care of the house.
i know it sounds like i’m complaining. But i’m just talking about what’s going on. There are lots of rewards and pleasures, from my grandkids and my daughter and MP. i’m just tired.
i read this in an article today Trying to hold on to it.
The older a woman is, the deeper access she has to the timeless wisdom of the feminine, to her inner witch, to her priestesshood and her capacity to mother and serve humanity.