Thinking of how “Wild Horses” always reverberates for me.
Let’s do some livin, eh?
It’s easy to do.
And even when it would take a bunch of wild, Chincoteague-esque ponies
or some hulking, shaggy-ankled Clydesdales,
there is usually some big tug-o-war with rope going on.
“I can’t let you slide through my hands“.
And even for a simple evening,
an obsessing pros and cons column
inside my nine year old field day limbs
push and pull
drag and lift
family with an ocean in between
and a bris
life and death
always on the forefront
emails with newborn pictures
and also cancer.
Last time I was away
and a rift in communication
even for that second…
to visit some means leave more
and sometimes that is important,
my husband encourages.
“Let’s do some living…”
Sometimes it takes a lot to go,
even if for a brief,
–Isn’t it funny? I just read, after writing this, that Keith Richards wrote the song about not wanting to leave his two month old child. What a good, good, good expression: “Wild horses couldn’t drag me away.” Ain’t that the truth.
When was it so hard for you to be away from someone you love? Did you ever have to make that choice about being away? Daycare vs staying at home daily? A big business trip that would keep you away from an important birthday celebration? What was it?