the walls and foundations of so many people that i love are crumbling down, down, down all around them. there's so much i want to do to help, to fix, to take away the pain, but i'm paralyzed with powerlessness. how can this world be filled with so much love and beauty, but also be so painful? so frightening? i love you peeps. i want to fix it for you, but i can't. all i have to offer you are my hugs and my ears.this morning, i've been thinking about bumper stickers. in general, i'm not the hugest fan of bumper stickers especially the big, sprawling white ones. but i do (much to boo's chagrin) have four or five little bitty ones on my back window. i have a magical mama with her swirling, beautiiful fetus, and then i have the following:
"share"
"grow your own"
and
"sing songs and plant seeds"
when read together as a group, i guess it makes me sound like a big ole pot growin' mama. but i never thought about that until i was getting gas the other day at my "i'm definitely going to get hit on" full service station that i rarely go to because of that very reason. but i was desperate and running late and lazy so i pulled in and the older man pumping my gas comes to my window and says "heeeeeeey, i looooove your bumper stickers! i'm not even going to ASK you what kind of seeds you're talkin' about. ha ha!" and i was all "ha ha, um, ha?" and got all red in the face and drove away embarrassed. people must look at me with my two kids in the back seat and "tsk tsk", thinking i'm a pot smokin'- bangin'-in-the-car mama!
i swear i just meant the seeds in my itty bitty garden.
what do your bumper stickers say?
