The Vortex

My mother refers to my life as the vortex and she has sympathy for M, who has found himself sucked into the whirlpool and is stuck, circling. She indicates, of course, my project, and the house (my other project), and the speed at which great transitions are taking place. M, it seems, has entered my life during interesting times--with all the blessing and curses that Chinese saying implies.

To me it feels more like I am holding tight to the tails of so many kites, and that it is all I can do to hold on. We're all at the mercy of the winds some days, I say. Just hold on tight, and wait for the weather to change.