Wild

It has been a wild summer.

Lots of good.

Camping,

 Pottery (sales), 

rivers,

pools,

New York City,

Friends,

working,

more friends,

more rivers, and pools and thunderstorms.

The boys have been like thunderstorms.

Beautiful but hard.

Unpredictable.

Ferocious.

Loving.

Calming.

Explosive.

Battling Brothers.

I have been looking inward a lot.

Reassessing.

Questioning.

Reading.

 (lots of parenting books)

And gathering ever bit of patience

from every corner of the globe.

I have not been taking care of me.

That is the key.

Now to do something about it.

Right now.