Blue sky, blue water, wooden boat, wine.
There are moments when a moment does not have defined boundaries.....
When the sound of water lapping on the boat, the dipping and dripping of the oars, the muscle movement of pulling, letting go, pulling...repetitive and meaningful...the shore getting closer with each stroke... when life is in sync. There are no issues, except how to hold on to this feeling.
This much is true. Today, September 21, 2022, late afternoon, I was in my Hornbeck canoe on Lake Chautauqua, NY ...waiting for Joe to join me. Rain. Light enough for me to stay in the boat. Sun. I tur
I realized this morning as I watched my hummingbird feeder...the hummers have gone. There is some poetry in dates...Betty's birthday is May 5 --when the hummers arrive. Here passing was September 17--
September 17, 2022. Joe's mom died today. Over 100 years old. Old soul. Many, many, many chapters under the belt. There is something about being in the room with someone who is passing. It was peacefu
