clean slate

I was looking through some photos of our trip to Massachusetts tonight and came across the ones I took at Sharde and Jesse's house. I wasn't sure I'd do a posting about that day. What to say? What to say... But there was an ease and happiness I felt that I wasn't expecting. And that, I want to remember.

Sometimes all it takes is a clean slate. An hour or two, when you let go of expectation, let go of old emotion, let go of ego and just take what the day has to offer you. This was that day. As Seb drove through chestnut hill and into jamaica plain, I looked out the window at the most beautiful sun filled morning. Here we were. All grown up, with our own children; going to connect with that part of our family that we’ve been disconnected from for so many years. I started to think about those days running around the House of Ra with its hardwood floors and rooms smelling of incense. I started to remember the people in our lives back then and the kind of casualness we experienced during those early years living in boston.

How life comes full circle.

To see Sharde and Jesse and Isaiah and the new baby was so wonderful. They have one of those beautiful old boston Victorian houses that I dream of owning and fixing up someday with a little TLC. Beautiful wood moulding and old wood floors restored to new. And those double wide doors that hideaway into the walls. It felt like home. A perfect place to ease the anxiety that sometimes accompanies a meeting like this.

Realizing again how much I look like my father and grandmother. Feeling grateful that somehow, through it all, we’ve arrived at this point – where we can bring our families – our children and all spend time together without the past casting its heavy shadow. Just a day – to be thankful for the present and what love we’ve managed to salvage after all these years.