Monday, June 15, 2009

Lucid Morning

Monday, Monday...but today it is seeming more than ok. There is sun beaming into the loft and I managed to wake up and even get up at 6:15 AM rather than my usual sluggish 7-ish. (Thank you Drew for the push that prevented me from hitting Snooze.) There's a vase of 18 red roses + white daisies on Drew's sewing table, flowers left at church yesterday by the birthday honoree who didn't want to come back for them but didn't want them to go to waste. Bold fat deep red sculpted blooms, as common as...roses, and yet: a reminder of grandeur too. 

My mom is here with her friend Neil until tomorrow morning. We've done Detroit Film Theatre, Belle Isle Conservatory / perennial garden / Nature Center, driven through Boston-Edison, Indian Village, Lafayette Park...the strange fascinating variety of this ever-transforming place. I am lucky to be here, I feel, and lucky too to have a mom who's still alive and, perhaps even more importantly, still moving/changing/growing in the world. And able to be open to life in ways that surprise me. And so. I am grateful.

Ahh and now. The idea was to get up early so I could blog for half an hour, at least, but alas. It is already 8am. Time for the downriver commute. Downtown trucks, looming empty warehouses, the Del Ray ghost town curve, the River Rouge Ecorse stretch of tiny bars and liquor stores and the gorgeous span of water on the left. Then to create a shape and plan for the next few weeks of deadlines. But truly, I am grateful for that too.