Collapse for Recovery

Rose from my garden on my front step

We slept eleven hours and had our Sunday meeting. After the collapse, the body feels everything. The exhaustion of limbs and spirits.

Last night on MTV we watched a couple dance a choreography about a workaholic male leaving his woman, brief case in hand. It was a hip hop depiction of the grief that couples experience when they must be apart in order to keep things together. Powerful, moving and strangely lyrical in a percussive way. I found my eyes full of tears of sympathy for every household, including ours, that has sacrificed the hearth for the home.

Where are we headed? And why?