My brother sends me photos of my beautiful niece. She is now thirteen.
I am sitting with how she is grown and how I miss her and she is a very busy and enchanting girl.
This life is so rich. There are so many places one might be, and I suppose it is to be content with exactly where we are, while also envisioning all the other parts.
I couldn't sleep in the night, so was up a good deal, sharing time with the moon. I opened an email from Steve who is in Rome. He comes home tomorrow and needs to return, so we will spend our anniversary in Rome, and other parts of Italy. We go toward the end of June.
A friend requested I add a little more to Breast Stroke, about what I learned. It is painful to re-visit, so I put it off until this morning and then I went in. I learned to soften, to open, appreciate, receive. I said more than that, and that is enough for here right now.
Jane and I are both entranced with the planet Earth's hum. We both wrote about it this morning, not knowing where the other had decided to head. I am also with fullness, appreciation, that includes the tears. Perhaps there is an age, a time, where that must be true. There is no way to pull out the tears of love, gratitude, and appreciation.
I am so grateful for this day!!
Tears rest behind my eyes
like the underside of a table,
sheltered and softened by walls of falling cloth.
Like an altar, they wait,
wafer for wine, amen for prayer,
moments that bend, and prism what’s shared.