Spent the day away, thinking about our sweet Lily, who would have been 9 today. We chose to unplug from FB, email texts, etc. We cried and yelled and dumped our feelings out on the floor to pick them out and sort them. We went to the mountains, and watched the river run and continually renew itself. We were quiet. We showed mutual compassion, and we survived another year.
Month: June 2017
The Summer Moon
The summer moon hangs
Glinting like a fisherman’s hook
To pluck the delicate flesh of my heart.
It is a sliver of a crescent,
like a shinny sickle in the western sky.