I’m tired. I know that’s not news, being a spoonie and all. Just, it’s at the forefront of my mind most days. That I am just so tired.
Last week my kid took a book off my shelf. This isn’t new, she seems oddly fascinated by my Japanese textbooks and workbooks, and I’ll frequently find them scattered about the floor. Maybe she’ll mix things up by grabbing a couple novels.
This time she took one book, brought it into the livingroom, sat it in front of me on the table and walked off to play with something completely unrelated. It was literally the only religious paperback on my shelf. Grace and Mercy in Her Wild Hair, a book of poetry from the 18th century Indian poet Ramaprasad Sen.
I’ve been meaning to read it since I bought it, but it was a little startling. One of my friends warned me that the Hindu gods are really obvious, but uh, wasn’t quite expecting someone to hand my 2 year old a book while I wasn’t looking. My daughter hasn’t had any interest in my book shelf since!
It’s a good book. Not long by any sense, 65 pages of poems, but they are definitely the sort that speak to you. Relatable content, as it were. There are a lot that essentially go “hey ma, wtf, are you even paying attention, I need help and I know I can win with your help!”
That’s kinda how I”m feeling. Just in general, much less health and financial-wise. I had more to say but my brain is just rolling in fog.