Thoughts from the last few days:
Thunder crackles over Kampala
Ella must have felt so totally alone. She cried for me and I kept not coming. Of course she smiled when I went to see her; I had returned. (And this is the clinical write-up of the realisation. When it hit me I was a mess. 6th, 8th. I struggled this year. Maybe cos baby Z is a girly too. And seeing Ella wasn’t easy on Friday.)
The War Room is created.
I had hoped to get a few moments to write after Z was born, just to write down what happened. But there hasn’t been space or time.
Soundtrack for this evening: Take the L Train by Brooklyn Funk Essentials.
So to bed without recording any song… don’t know what the song would be, but it would be in a minor key. Not in a negative frame of mind; just a reflective one. Should have gone to bed two hours ago when Bub did, but needed some time that wasn’t just baby care and exhaustion. And space to appreciate
And space to appreciate her
And space to appreciate space
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