winding white

i’m peeling down white roads in blue-rusted van, aiden cooing and me, listening, making mama-noises until he fades into deep dream-blue and i, space into quiet, letting God speak to mind, finding time to listen on curled country road.

this, my drive to writer-friend’s. she, waiting with loaf of bread and books and half a dozen children, waiting to breathe words into this dry soul, this young, aspiring soul so lost in the loneliness of writing. she, waiting to listen and speak and cry upon my transparent pages, pages blotted with black words dripping ink down hands and life. she, writer-friend, waiting to fill this soul with thoughts of good things, with mama-advice and hot, vanilla hazelnut tea steaming from earthenware mugs, us sitting on leather couch, figuring out grace and life through tears and talk; two lonely women clinging to our children while finding time in the after-hour to put pen to paper and await the spirit-breath.

i drive home now, aiden speaking in the back and me listening, grateful for these roads winding white, for writer friends and for babies who babble infant songs.

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3 Comments

  1. Linda said,

    February 21, 2010 at 3:06 am

    Time with a heart-friend is such a precious gift Em. Oh that the two of you lived just a country road away. I am so happy you have each other. God is good.

  2. Meredith said,

    February 21, 2010 at 6:02 am

    Beautiful. I’m so thankful you had this time with your writer friend and the white winding roads.

  3. Teneale said,

    February 21, 2010 at 3:54 pm

    You sound so lonely. I wish you lived closer and we could visit eachother more often and I could help you not be so lonely. Do you find it hard sometimes to be a stay at home-work at home mom and not get out much? I’ve turned out to be such a homebody. I got lonely to though, when Logan was younger. Now that he only takes an afternoon nap I get out almost every morning, visiting friends, swimming, grocery shopping, etc. It does get better, when they aren’t so dependant on sleeping. Love you


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