Strawberries

In summer grow bowl after bowl of the sweetest strawberries

and new white petals appear every morning,

turning to more plump red food

for our bodies, and for our souls

reminding me that profusion of sweetness is a part of life

playing hide and seek under healthy green leaves,

delightfully surprising me again and again

For a season

The sun is strong 

and the days feel expansive; 

I keep watering when heat pulls the moisture from my garden

and there are sweet berries

and warmth

and it feels soothing to put my hands in the dirt to pull a weed

No matter how many seasons I experience, it’s always a surprise 

when one morning, I’m shivering

and my hands feel icy when I touch the ground

and it rains

and finally, there are no more blooms

When is Family Caregiving a Job?

The modern US is a highly capitalistic society, where money is how people access the most basic necessities of shelter, food and medical care, etc…People do an awful lot of things -for- money, for their survival, that they wouldn’t otherwise do.  People with disabilities, the very young and very old -and- their caregivers need those basic needs reliably met just as much as anyone else.

There’s a huge difference in scale between, for example, working as a chef every day for eight hours, year after year and bringing a friend a meal or two or three while they are in crisis or mourning, which is something that can be done *in addition to* a different set of ordinary day to day obligations.   There’s so much difference that these are not even in the same category, though sometimes the same actions can be involved.  You also might, in fact, be a professional chef eight hours a day -and- volunteer to bring a friend a meal(lucky friend!)  Nowadays, people even often gift certificates to professional restaurants with delivery instead of cooking meals themselves in such situations.  However, let’s not conflate a very discreet, occasional limited gift with how someone regularly obtains their most basic necessities.  The thing about gifts of giving like the friend bringing a meal over, is that people tend to love helping out in a crisis, but such gifts tend to wane quickly. And not everyone receives them. They are not a reliable source for all one’s needs.  We would think ill of anyone who said daily to a casual friend “bring me three meals”.  Voluntary gifts are great if we have a broken  bone that’s very likely to heal or are recovering from what’s likely a one time surgery and we already have access to, say, stock frozen meals in the freezer ahead of time anyway.  They do help us feel love and connection to one another(and get to taste different styles of cooking!).  They don’t meet daily, ongoing care needs for extended periods of time due to a chronic illness or disability.

We need to be much more consistent about how we publicly, comprehensively provide for people with disabilities and their caregivers, because their needs are consistent. We need it to be someone’s (and in many cases, several peoples’) daily, regular responsibility to care for a person like my daughter who has significant disabilities.  If there’s a lapse, it’s very dangerous. And that caregiver(s) needs their own food, shelter, medical care, etc… When the care is extensive enough, the caregiver doesn’t work another job in order to access those things.  This takes such caregiving out of the realm of gifts and individual kindnesses, and puts it into the realm of a job.

Paying for jobs doesn’t have to mean that the person doing them doesn’t also provide tremendous results and in fact, care deeply.  In fact, far more is usually expected for pay than on a volunteer basis.  I sure hope a surgeon cares intensely about their patients’ outcomes.  An architect should care deeply about the stability and durability of their bridges and buildings, a teacher about the knowledge of their students, We expect these people to care very much, and we pay them so that it’s feasible for them to show up day after day with a clear head and body that’s well.  When we choose providers for these services, we look for individuals to show caring about the actual matters at hand aside from their expectation to be paid.  More than that, we also expect a level of consistency that we do not usually expect from volunteers.  In fact, if these professionals have inconsistent attendance, they can be fired. A lot of times our expectations for consistency in the paid jobs even go well beyond what is practically necessary for the tasks at hand and promotion or advancement depends on keeping one’s butt in the chair more than what one does at the desk.

Conversely, people frequently neglect giving care (or something else) they would otherwise like to provide because they feel pressure financially and socially to pour so much into a paid job that is not their preference of how to spend their time.  People choose to leave their loved ones to be cared for by non-family caregivers against the preference of both the care recipient and family member, in order to earn money to meet their most basic needs.  People stay in types of jobs that they don’t really care about for money all the time, because it can take an enormous personal sacrifice to establish oneself in a meaningful well or even adequately paid job. Changing once established can be difficult. And a lot of those jobs aren’t nearly as necessary or meaningful at all to anyone as caregiving for another human.  Read the book Bullshit Jobs by David Graeber, for an in depth discussion about meaningless jobs.  We in the modern US clearly need a vastly different approach to determining what constitutes work, who ‘deserves’ food, shelter and medical care and how money(which gives access to those) is distributed.

When it comes to caregiving, I firmly believe in providing an individual’s choice of caregivers, including -but not limited to- family members.  When day to day consistent care over a long term is required, whomever provides that work absolutely ought to be paid.  It’s too important to be left to chance gifts here and there which may or may not add up to enough for any specific individual.  Such care enters the realm of work rather than social connection and gifts(alone).  Where the line is, exactly, between what should rightfully be left to gifts and volunteers and what becomes a caregiving job is debatable.  When the consequences of a person not receiving consistent service are large, then that is a job to provide the service.  When the time involved is great enough, or irregular enough(being on call matters!) that it precludes meeting at the same time the typical workload of other full time paid jobs whence people usually expect to meet their needs for food, shelter, medical care and more, then the caregiving is in fact a job itself which ought to be paid, regardless of the individuals having a family connection. Pay for caregiving can support the care and connection families naturally have.

Through large public institutions, families used to be routinely encouraged and pressured to completely cut off contact with their family members with greater support needs, leaving them entirely in the hands of paid non-family members.  This had disastrous results.  Watch the movie “Where’s Molly”, for example.  It will hurt your heart.  Such an approach has been very rightfully universally condemned and policies moved away from it, but only recently.  The Fairview Training Center in Oregon was only closed in 2000.  

The thing is, that in moving away from this entirely non-family approach to caregiving, our systems put all the responsibility of care (back)on the shoulders of private families who aren’t always equipped to take it on, including in cases where the care is so extensive it requires quite a few people on a very regular basis, not just one or two family members.   And it’s mostly women who are socially expected to provide unpaid care work, greatly contributing to inequality between genders.  When my daughter was young, there was very little access to any paid care for her, or anyone to provide care other than myself and my husband, while we also had to provide income another way: a near impossible requirement. 

With the Katie Beckett waiver, passed in 1981, children like my daughter became eligible for Medicaid regardless of parent income and with that, “home and community based services”, which were expanded with the ACA in March 2010. The provisions are sometimes really meaningful and can sometimes allow for a full life of the caregiver and care recipient both.  This is amazing and I’m grateful.  However, actual access to services is still very spotty(completely unavailable in some states), inflexible and very dependent on family advocacy and navigation of complex administration.  One doesn’t simply make a phone call and have reliable services of one’s choice the same day or next.  

Compassionate, caring people who have not yet experienced themselves or a family member having extensive care needs generally think that public systems fully provide support needs for those with significant disabilities as a matter of course.  It’s a year or longer process to get established in these services, when they’re available.  Once established, it’s typical to have an “Individual Service Plan” like my daughter’s in which every.single.line of what will be provided lists parents, or another family member, as participants.    For an adult with disabilities.  Family members are expected to provide all the continuity in care.  If I want my adult daughter with significant disabilities to live in my home, as she and I very much prefer to, then I have to take responsibility for coordination of her care 24-7, ultimately being the one present whenever I don’t recruit and supervise someone else.   No sick call-outs available, no guarantee of coverage at any particular time, even now that my daughter is grown and ‘typical parenting expectations’ would be near nothing,  I may have to cancel anything I schedule that doesn’t involve my daughter if another employee calls out, or simply can’t be found for a particular time.  I am responsible for those staffing issues.  It’s also common for the number of caregiver hours provided monthly to be less than what is actually needed. While my husband and I could not both work conventional jobs even with my daughter as an adult, I’m fortunate enough to share caregiving responsibility with my husband, and to have a second daughter who is also a caregiver for her sister.   Not all families are like mine.

Public services switched, as a whole, away from insistence on non-family caregivers, (back)to insistence on family caregivers, usually women, especially moms.  Where is individual choice in this?  Where is the ability for an individual or family to put together a public-private integrated combination of resources that works for them?  Systems ought to be designed to neither presume on family caregivers nor to exclude us.  It certainly shouldn’t be all-or-nothing either way.   For example, if my daughter wants to live in my home and I want her to, we should be able to do so while still reliably depending on others for care 9-5 weekdays, or whatever hours I’d like to devote to another endeavor.

Public systems should not make presumptions about what various families can and cannot provide willingly, even eagerly, because families vary.  Individual’s specific circumstances vary dramatically.  Systems should work much more flexibly with families to accept, encourage and appreciate voluntary labors when and where they are truly voluntarily available at a bearable cost to the individual providing them, and to provide consistency regardless.  Work should be seen as work and gifts of service an extra icing on the cake to meeting the most basic needs. Individuals with greater support needs deserve to rely on such needs being met regardless of their family and personal social networks’ capacity and willingness to provide.  AND families deserve to remain together regardless, to be fully free to express their generosity and real care for one another, to be whole. 

Natural Supports

You call me a ‘natural support’.  And yes, I quite naturally adore my daughter.  We are bonded.  She appreciates me, asks for me, and depends on me. And it’s reciprocal.

And there is absolutely nothing natural about the fact I am literally -always- on call and the default when other care disappoints my daughter, or how you believed I could do this for free for 18 years, when everything my daughter and I need from stable housing to useful goods to put in the house, and transportation and medical care cost money.

There is nothing natural about one person, or even two parents being responsible for 4.2 times  an ordinary forty-hour work load, especially if you are unwilling to pay for the hours(or even 2.25, such as the amount my daughter is awake and regularly needing attention). Nothing natural about my taking on administrative and managerial duties without acknowledgement.

There is nothing natural about my finding no access when I expressed needs for rest, for stability and long term savings, for medical care, etc.…

There is nothing natural about your dependence on me for my daughter’s care, without your giving to me in equal exchange.  

There is nothing natural about your requirement of reams of paperwork and hours of phone calls or meetings for any and each single item you may be grudgingly willing to provide for my daughter and I.  

There is nothing natural about your perfect willingness to pay administrators to scour that paperwork for any reason to deny my daughter something, paying your gate-keepers more than the potential actual goods and services they guard, more than anyone who is actually spending significant time providing direct care and things my daughter needs. There is nothing natural about denials due to minor errors or omissions in how the paperwork is completed, or not knowing the correct code-words, or what is potentially available if I ask the right way.  

There is nothing natural about systems that you built to shut me out, shut me up and separate me along with my daughter from the general population, because we lacked access to necessary resources.  There is nothing natural about exclusion from pay, exclusion from social life, and super-human demands.  There is nothing natural about your messages which have literally told me I ought to be invisible.  I am a real flesh and blood person, too.  I am not a fairy that magically provides all my daughter’s needs at no cost or effort.  I am not a piece of machinery that never can break down.  I am one human being, naturally limited, naturally in need of my own consistent support.  Key word: consistent.

How to Avoid Procrastination

I keep hearing people really beat up on themselves for “procrastination” or “not getting enough done”. If that’s you, would you reflect on the chart in this article for a minute, please?: US workers’ productivity And that doesn’t even include a lot of our caregiving and passion work, either, especially for women! women’s unpaid Labor Is it possible to give yourself credit and kudos for what you already do? Have you told someone else today how much you appreciate their work?

1)Are you really procrastinating, or are you already doing the very most productive thing you can by giving yourself much needed rest? First thing, check whether all your biological needs are met, particularly for sleep and rest.

2)Learn and use David Allen’s Getting Things Done methods. I  really love the todoist app, which can be free, for my recording and sorting of tasks.

3)Write a stream of consciousness journal for 15 minutes daily. This is about the moment and the conversations you will have with yourself.  Go for it! It is -not- about a finished product.  You need not and probably will not share the result with anyone.  I usually use a legal pad and shred mine right after writing.  If all you can think is “I see a white wall”, just write that over and over and over until you think of something else or your fifteen minutes run out.

4)Are you procrastinating because the goal you described isn’t actually what you want to achieve?  Is something else a bigger focus?  Be comfortable changing direction.  Trust that your new direction is the best fit for you and your energies.

5)Make yourself accountable to others.  Meet regularly with several people who are invested in your goals.  So…this puts potential breaks on step #4. Your car needs steering, acceleration and brakes, right?! Sometimes you slow way down, especially around a sharp corner.

6)Fill your calendar with the right amount of specifically scheduled events with others.  Too many back to back appointments can be overwhelming, leading to neglecting the biological needs, stress and no time to independently -do- tasks. Too few appointments can lead to a lack of energy and motivation, isolation, and the sense of unlimited time in which to do all the things “later” (and we all know how that goes).

7)Take movement breaks.  Physically move your body at least 5 minutes every hour.  

8)Track your progress.  Whatever it is that is important to you, find a way to measure it. Review the data at regular intervals. Todoist has a handy productivity tracker, which is simply the number of tasks you have completed.

New Resource Links aka websites I love

Books, paintings and movies, oh my! Please note the wide variety of brilliant organizations and individuals I’ve created fresh links to just over there

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Every one of these links connects you to someone that made a significant positive difference in my life, like each flower adds to a bouquet.  If you’re the owner of one of these pages, thank you sincerely for what you bring to our world!!!

 

How I (debatably) kept my sanity through 18 years as a family caregiver: lessons on managing multiple constant demands on my attention

 

At the time of year when a lot of people are ramping up their activities, I’m called to share the useful stuff from dozens of books, hundreds of articles, at least twenty weekend retreats, and hours of audio programs on the topics of time management, organization, mental health and self-improvement along with my twenty years of experience running a household and care-giving.

  • Self-Tracking

In 2014, after well over a decade of care-giving, I found myself in a place with very inadequate formal supports for people with disabilities, the job we had just moved for my husband to take having evaporated and with no savings.  Needless to say I didn’t know anyone near me for informal supports to really be happening either, other than from me to my daughter.  My daughter still had cerebral palsy and epilepsy with a great amount of support needs.  Sobbing daily, I was a wreck.  I would have climbed into a ditch to stay there if I didn’t know my family would find me and drag me out anyway.  I knew that I needed to pull myself together.  I knew that when life felt a lot better in the past, I had been doing more exercise and creative projects.  I had some other ideas of how to help myself: find some friends in my new home or at least maintain phone contact with those who were distant, engage my mental capacities, get enough sleep, eat well…I also knew that I was unlikely to accomplish a particular healthy activity purely for myself on a consistent daily basis, yet alone a half dozen or more.  So I made a chart with the various activity categories down one side and the days along the top.   I adapted this idea for myself from reading Dr. Lissa Rankin’s ideas about the Whole Health Cairn. My non-negotiable commitment was simply to mark the activities I had engaged in each day.   There was no further requirement or way to gain any gold stars.  I knew it was not going to be helpful to beat myself up over whether I did or did not do something and that I could handle marking a paper.  But the chart worked! It was so motivating to correlate my best days with having more boxes checked, usually for a few days in a row, and my worst days with having few to no boxes!  Healthy activities undeniably led to my feeling closer to the way I wanted to, so I did them more often with much less finding excuses to skip them.  This kind of self care is radically different than the kind that involves paying more money I don’t have on beauty treatments, carb heavy meals and movies, or even trips to lovely places.

  • Index cards!

Yes, you read right.  Those deceptively simple little rectangles of heavy paper make a big difference to me.  I learned this trick from The Organized Mind by Daniel Levitin.  I keep some near me always.  There are some on my bedside table, some in a basket on my kitchen counter and some blank ones in a cupon filing folder in my purse.  When a task or an idea to follow through on later occurs to me, I write it on an index card.  One.single.idea per card.  Ideally, these would be sorted daily, but mine often sit much longer.  By “sort” I mean that some tasks are scheduled for a particular time on a calendar, some lead to scheduling time for research, and some are tossed with a conscious decision they are not actually a priority.  Ideally none would be kept, but I have a stack of about 50 neatly tucked into the cupon folder.  No biggie.  An example:  When I needed a new shelf for my daughter’s closet storage system, I took the measurements immediately, then stashed them on an index card in my file until I had some other items I also wanted at the hardware store.  The cards are sorted in my folder and I am pretty good at ignoring them most of the time.  An interesting thing happens with this system.  I believe there is some magic in writing the things down on paper.  When I sort my index card file, I end up tossing 90% of the cards because I accomplished the tasks without stressing.  I find myself more present to any given moment once my nagging “to do list” is safely stored on (corralled, not straying to all corners of my house and car nor running into many pages of half scratched out lists) paper, which is the result Levitin claims people usually get.  It works!

  • Keeping the calendar the right amount full of the right stuff

On days when I am directly responsible for my daughter twelve waking hours, we usually plan on one outing.  One.  More than this, and we end up at some point hungry, tired, or otherwise uncomfortable with the yelling to get us moving between activities, the forgotten oh so critical item, the stained shirt at the physical therapist’s office…..    It’s totally doable to handle all life’s little stink bombs when the day is not otherwise fully scheduled.  If the dog throws up, I realize I neglected to do laundry so my daughter has to wear that one outfit that ought to have been thrown out six months ago, and then we finally get in the car to see the tire pressure light is on, but I started the getting us approximately acceptable for public consumption process early and only have to be one place before I can go to the tire store and hang out there as long as necessary, no stress.  The tire store around here even has popcorn!  Obviously some pre-planning is necessary to coordinate with others and I’ve found days with absolutely nothing scheduled to be sticky sink holes (also necessary rarely for more rest).  Now I schedule in the stink bombs even before I know which ones will detonate on any given day.  They go off, and I still move along with my day.  On days when everything is fabulous and I have more energy, I can always do something fun spontaneously or knock off a chore that was scheduled in the future.

To accomplish the empty space on the calendar, it’s often necessary to ask for what I really want from others.  In the past, I would make desperate accommodations to my friends’ first suggestion of get together times, so it was easier for them to say ‘yes’ to hanging out with me.  I would accept the first suggestion from any doctor’s scheduler.  Now I’ll actually look at my own calendar and say something like “Thursday at 10am is ideal”.  If my preferred time isn’t available, I’m usually willing to wait another week or two until I can schedule in a way that honestly works well for me.  Very rarely do I resort to planning a day that is overly full.  Then I know it’s coming, and because it is rare, it is tolerable.   Besides unscheduled time, I also schedule time for myself now.  Those activities I mentioned on the chart earlier such as yoga or art class, a date with a friend I really like talking to, as well as my own Dr’s appointments and haircuts do have to fit in there somehow.  They’re just as important as my daughter’s therapies, doctor visits and grooming.  Having a time blocked out, including any preparation and travel time, makes my self care 100 times more likely to actually happen.  There are a lot of things I don’t make time for anymore, and I really don’t miss them.  I do not organize binders with my daughter’s medical records (though it’s all in a heap I could root through if I really needed to).  Laundry is often in baskets on the floor in my house (though everyone always has at least one seasonally appropriate outfit clean).  I have never and will never be the class room mother (though all power to women for whom this is joyful service!) or a scout troop leader. I am ok with that.

I used to expend a lot of energy volunteering for others’ needs outside my household. I wanted to earn friendship or future assistance.  Now there are a very small handful of friends for whom I will very occasionally bring a meal during a difficult time, or drive to the airport or watch their kid, or even call up to continue connection.  Once I realized that there was no way I could do a very teeny tiny fraction of the good deeds that beg to be done in this world, or even just this household, life got a little bit better.  I just need to do the sub set of things which are properly mine to do. I still fall into martyr mode, but can usually pull myself back again these days.

I can’t talk about scheduling without also saying how much I love google calendars!  It is so easy to communicate events to anyone else using a shared calendar or ‘invites’, I can set up separate calendars for different family members and my daughter’s employees but view them all together.  I can have in-depth planning sessions from my laptop with a keyboard yet enter a new appointment at the Dr’s office with my smart phone.  It’s never going to be irretrievably lost or damaged. And it’s free!

A few more words on scheduling and time:  When the kids were very young and I didn’t have the above tools I already began the lesson to slow.down.  No matter how many fires demand my attention, I have exactly one bucket of water in any moment.  I accomplish nothing by splashing it all over in a panic.   There’s always twenty seconds (usually all the time I want, really) to close my eyes, feel a breath move through my lungs as fully as possible and deeply sense the appropriate action to take.  In fact, if I ignore this noticing step, I tend to make the situation much worse. As with playing martyr, I still fall to bad habits of rushing often, but life is good when I can slow.down.

Alligator Time

On my thirty-eighth birthday

I walked through an everglades preserve

On planks over mud and the most plants atop one another I have ever seen

Curtains of moss swung everywhere

I said hello to quite a few fellow gawkers

All of us most eager to see that fierce beast, the alligator

Next I passed a wide open marsh where a dozen types of birds swopped, sat, made their various sounds

I passed three types of bright orange and yellow butterflies

Showing off their fine outfits against green leaf backdrops

Unsatisfied, I went down to the fishing pier

How exciting it was!

A half dozen people stared at something in the black water.

There it was; an alligator!

Our movie star casually floating

He laid vertically, massive head a buoy

Looking like any log

I watched for twenty minutes,

Making friends with a horse dentist

And a naturalist photographer

Then the alligator’s giant taught jaw and half-globe eyes disappeared

Into the photo chemical canal

Before he processed as an indistinct blur of two lighter lines and two crescents

I don’t know how long I waited for his return to surface clarity

It was a half hour, or maybe close to two?

I lost myself in alligator time, expansive outdoor time

I chatted with my new friends

Had the privilege to reveal the alligator to a half dozen more viewers

Who wouldn’t recognize him if he weren’t shown

We were all expecting high drama

Speed and vicious power

But maybe the power is in all the hours of alligator time

Floating still, hidden until the ideal moment of action

Blending, lounging inactivity

For me, the power of this day was the slow and unassuming

Slipping into alligator time

Finding smiles: finding it is enough to stand on this dock

One year older than before.

A younger alligator I saw that day.
A younger alligator I saw that day.

An Ode to Adequate Cleaning

I change at least four loads of laundry

to tidy packets in white plastic baskets, a pile for each owner, further arranged by type.

A rag which pulls up crumbs and grey muck

leaves a gleaming surface so much bigger than before.

These are everyday acts of magic without white gloves:

cleaning with a reason to it.

A rub of Comet covered rag deletes grey bathtub rings

The vacuum pulls up a canister full of dog hair, leaves stripes on the carpet

I clear the countertop for another meal

I clear the closet to hold a new dress.

Possibilities rush in.

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The Pool

Splash! Kerthump.  Thud.

Splash! Kerthump . Thud.

Splash! Kerthump . Thud.

A woman with a large bun bulging under an equally large Esther Williams cap

Swims steadily, slowly.

I wonder if it feels she is swimming her fastest, to her.

I wonder if this is an unkind thought.

I wonder when I swim my fastest, does it look so pokey?

Splash! Kerthump . Thud.

Splash! Kerthump . Thud.

Splash! Kerthump . Thud.

The sound induces stillness, opening

of time and space.

like classical music, bagels and comic strips Sunday mornings when I was a kid.

like a good yoga class.

like a great drawing session.

Half the sky is ominous grey.

I chose to workout inside fearing this storm.

It’s so easy to feel how this moment

leisurely rolls forward

to thunder lightning rain pounding the pool surface in great wollops

and onward to tomorrow’s raucous play party in the sunshine, kids in grown bodies yelling, jumping, playing keep away with a ball.

My sense of freedom and space,

plenty of time to accomplish anything

darts away faster than the little lizards on the sidewalk as soon as I ask

“What then, shall I accomplish first?”

Suddenly, mind races over tasks which scream to be done, ignored at my peril

What then, shall I accomplish?

I took one breath to write this, my friend.

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A Run Towards the Ocean

I begin on Solid Oregon Ground

Still

Stable

Strong

Not movable at all; No matter what

Winds screech, pound, push, pull, mess my hair

My feet stay here, always on earth’s glorious green fuzzy beard, which I shave regularly.

The sizable yard offers generous portions of hazelnuts, pears, and blackberries.

I don’t even eat them, fearing poisons sprayed to clear around the train tracks, though trains rarely pass anymore.

I know the route to the best grocery store like singing a favorite song when my daughter’s perfect voice finally joins along.

This blue little home on a suburban circle, sunny inside with a shady redwood deck out back is mine.

I plant a flag.

Solid

Sturdy

Placed down

The wood from a maple tree such as I touch made the table

my adolescent daughter still leans on so heavily, unsteady with palsy.

I have beautiful thoughts of growing further up.

The earthquake scrambles everything.

It makes the ground soft, full of daunting hills and deep cavernous traps not easily visible

I bare my feet the second

I am off the wooden step into the warm opulence which shifts in personal service to me.

Sand cushions, molds, shock-absorbs

warms from the inside

out starting from the blood coursing through me: sand warms

Florida pulls beads of sweat from me like a magician pulls the coin from behind someone’s ear and yes, they are real.

I want to run miles.

That is strange given the exertion sand requires.

Steady now.

The waves pull my support away while I stand

I grasp for a base again.

Home base, I imagine getting all the way home.

Where I win a rest in my spot

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