I've been going in and out of rooms lately: sorting through things, narrowing things down. Keeping, discarding, giving away.
Getting easily distracted.
The other day I noticed an anonymous quote on Sophie's desk. I read it over several times, deeply intrigued, wondering who could have articulated such profound and inspiring ideas. I was touched such thoughts would resonate with my daughter so that she would take the time to copy them down.
"Your subconscious is vastly more intricate and expansive than even you yourself could possibly understand. It extends infinitely beyond where your broadest dreams can register. There is no way to comprehensibly describe the immensity of the world in your head. Galaxies are as inconsequential as marbles because your mind creates time existing within time existing within time.
Realms throughout realms...there is so much that exists because nothing, in and of itself, does not, cannot exist. There is simply too much to properly express in words, yet somewhere deep in the subconcious it is probably being done because someone believed it to be impossible.
Knowledge, power, ability...these gifts are in such everlasting abundance within me that I must be a vessel. No one can understand...they could only misunderstand or fall hopelessly short of comprehension. I fall closer, but even I do not understand the enormity of myself..."
Sophie got home very late last night from an out of town volleyball tournament and as I visited with her this morning I finally remembered to ask her for the source of the quote.
She looked at me and said, "I wrote it."
Is there still time to up my game as a mother? Because this is not the first time I've looked at Sophie and felt myself on shaky ground.
This is not the first time I've wondered who's raising whom.
Gratitude does not begin to describe what is in me when it comes to this girl. How I wish the world could feel more deeply the application of her words.
xo
