A Haines Home Companion: my town, my bones, my bloom
Such is life. So we open the windows when we can.
The sky has been blue again. The Lenton season is under way. My addiction to coffee hasn’t waned one bit, but when I crave it, I ask to find satisfaction in the Trinity. I haven’t asked for this in a while, though I’ve sung songs at church exclaiming that He alone satisfies. I want it to be true. In me.
Yesterday I took my Haines Boys to the library. I’m enjoying this stage where they’ll walk with me and mostly obey. I don’t have to worry about one of them picking up and chewing a piece of used bubble gum. We checked out every book we could hold. It’s a little reprieve before baby-time hits again in 21 weeks.
My baby within is a gentle one. I can tell. We know his name now, too, I think. I love him. Yesterday after the library we took my belly to the Little Bread Company because it’s never too soon to introduce a youngin to the best cinnamon rolls in the world.
My boys know the little shop as home because we go there so often. It’s the place in town where the rastafarian granola hipsters go, so I don’t worry about having to wash their faces or to make them look any more put together than we really are. Dread locks seem an invitation to comfort if you ask me.
I always see an old friend or two there. When I haven’t been out of the house in a while, I can feel the granny come out in me. The things that come out of my mouth! Ah well, my boys still seem to really love me.
At 5:00 this morning I woke and showered. Then I drove to Mama Carmen’s for the first intentional accountability time I’ve had in years. I drank tea instead of coffee, and the three of us talked Kingdom Come, and when I got back in my van I had to squint my eyes for the bright glare of the sun, and a tear seeped out that had been hovering there.
Spring is coming into my bones. The relief of blooming is on us.