Muse of Ordinary Life

abortion is an excellent way of saving women from ruining their lives.

And I've tagged you, too! See my blog for details.

I miss you terribly so I tagged you :)

Thank you so much for the compliments and encouragement. BUT there was a typo, it was late at night, I almost lost the entry and the bottom got clipped. At the bottom there was a paragraph giving credit to the author of the poem. No, it was not me, but oh how I wish it was. It was Kate Daniels, from her book of poems, "Four Testimonies". Go and buy it, for it is exceedingly beautiful. Now I will go and blush in solitude for my blunder.

this is a great post-- your words and the poem you shared.

I wish we could visit Chattanooga. How far is it from Nashville, by the way? I pray Shaun sells every piece! Will the new pieces be posted on his web site?

Sember,
hi, i'm brad johannsen's wife...so you know me but don't know me, kinda like i know you, don't know you.
i've been having a couple weeks just like how you are describing...i love my boy (only 10 months, and my ONLY ONE, mind you) and i am so thankful to be able, to be given the gift of being home with him...but oh how i would just like to sit down in the tiny corner of the guest room and work on the unfinished painting there, or start reupholstering the chair or finish putting the paper leaves on the giant tree in my bedroom (that i quit working on exactly 10 months and 2 weeks ago)...
i would just be happy to be able to make dinner without a small whining crying baby scooting about clinging to my ankles trying to alternately eat dog food, find the only breakable dish in the one cabinet that is not kid-proofed, or lick the floor (that hasn't been mopped in months...). sigh. and this doesn't even touch on the 3 dozen movies unseen or the deeply disturbing doubts about the canon of Scripture or the inscrutable wisdom in God choosing to incarnate Himself -- or how could God take on human nature or die...i bearly have time to pray each day let alone delve into these eating, cancerous questions...I have no idea how you keep you soulish parts breathing with five small children...And the funny, twisted thing is that i do want more children. i've been praying for more and yet i feel all crumbly and un-moored with only one. and as i type this with one hand, my boy wiggles off my lap, tries typing too, eats a thing of chapstick, pulls on computer cords, and then beams up at me with this jolly life-giving grin before breaking out into screams because i set him down three feet from me with a couple toys which he definietly has no use for. oh dear. life is ridiculous and unbearably beautiful in these tiny piercing coying vignettes...
I pray for you often...i am not sure why except that i have felt that i ought to be praying for you -- for a couple years now -- ever since i began looking in at your blog and learning about you askance from various people up here in the Twin Cities...so for whatever it's worth...someone you really don't know is praying for you with her faint-hearted, but still alive faith. -- sarah

this is one of our chief problems with the womans shelter in Chatt. Thanks for drawing attention to an issue that does not get much press.

I appreciate your honesty. One of my best friends (3 kids) feels exactly the same way. I love your poem, too. I don't have kids yet, but I also search for the muse in the mundane. I'll pray you find it.

Ezra was standing at the computer with me when I was reading this entry. When he saw the picture he said, "Woah! Where is that?" Very impressive.