Thursday, May 24, 2007
Inherit the earth
Yesterday morning I flipped the stations on the radio on my way to work, passing on Marketplace on NPR and some Jackson Browne song on my regular station. I flipped to a classic rock station and heard "Baba O'Riley." Cheesy, but put me in a good mood. It reminded me of the silly songs we listened to in high school to pump us up before a game. Tonight, on my way home from showing the documentary The Agronomist, I heard the song again. In this 24 hour period I have the song twice, and in between I have heard of so many women who are pregnant. One was a verbally abusive woman who came to the library today, who was neglectful to her child and indignant towards me. I learned today that the daughter of L's supervisor is pregnant. Mary Cheney gave birth today, and I am co-hosting a shower this weekend for some friends who are due in July. I saw in the paper that a doctor L knows gave birth recently. Around me there are reminders of birth, and I am tired of it. Why is it when you want something, when it seems that life is stable enough and I am at some sort of peace with myself that this seems impossible?