I had no beer or guacamole though I did have a little wine. I realized something today. When people ask how I am, I reply in comparison to chemo, so I am almost always well, but when they hear my voice, they think I may be sick, and possibly contagious and when I contemplate the sound of my voice, perhaps I am.
I drove to Guerneville today, the long, intricate, interesting way and walked a secret labyrinth by the sea, actually many of them. It was a most unusual, spiritual sort of day and I am still struggling to speak words out loud but I can certainly feel and communicate.
If aliveness is the test, well, here I am, in joy, in well.
A Nest by the Sea
Among the stones, shells, grasses, daisies, and rattlesnake grass,
a labyrinth's tail, curved comb for the moon.