Motherhood sucks.
And my waist should be 23 inches.
Oh what a world, what a world...
Rather than melt into a damp pile of steamy nothing (except my black witch's hat), I try to think rationally about all the news happening around me. I'm surprised that I haven't received a call yet from my Aunt Joy in Texas, asking if my house is on fire. Usually she's the first to stress over my safety. If there's a mudslide down in Long Beach, I expect the phone to ring. An earthquake near Stanford? Perhaps an email. Though a little over-dramatic, it's comforting in its own way.
Today when I read that our local celebrity rehab clinic, Promises, has been evacuated due to the flames, I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I contemplated where all those poor, displaced coke addicts would go. Thank goodness that made the news. I found the other two, more solid articles on a website for a UK newspaper. It reminded me about a conversation I had with a friend last night about how we want to move abroad. Of course if I leave LA for London, I suppose I'll still have to deal with issues of isolation, anti-family sentiment, and the never-ending drive to be skinny. Surprise, surprise...there's no escapism in moving.
There's nothing quite like the pessimism of coming off a retreat. But, despite the tone of this post, I actually don't feel bad right now. It's easier to avoid the crash after a mountain top experience if you never actually went up there in the first place. And, even though I was technically at a higher altitude, being in Big Bear and all, the most glorious part of the weekend was just spending quality time with some girls I don't see as often as I'd like. A few profound moments of God-connection, some delightful arts and crafts, and four hours in front of the TV watching the SC game, and you've got the Sparknotes version of the Shoreline Women's Retreat. Most of what I have to say about it will stay in the pages of my personal journal, but I liked Chrissie's summation. And if I had to end this tirade on a profound statement of theme, I guess it would be that I am still (and probably always will be) learning how to balance my involvement in the world with my desire to escape it. And even though I get mad a lot about the way things are, at least I can rest in the steadfast nature of a Good, Good God.
What then are we to say about these things? If God is for us, who is against us? He who did not withhold his own Son, but gave him up for all of us, will he not with him also give us everything else?
Romans 8:31-32
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