#90
Bye-bye, March.
I am posting for the sake of beauty, I am intentionally surrounding myself with beauty. This is my commitment to myself tonight. I have been blogging for 90 days, posting a photo of the day. I love the intentional act of doing so, even if I don't always know whether it makes sense to my followers. It is the photo that is the core. And the text is the support. I am thankful for this act, this act of reaching out each day. Tonight, besides today's photos, I will post 2010 photo of the day and a poem that I am working with. I have begun the process of pulling together a poetry manuscript while I develop the adoption book so that I don't lose my poetry. Like the photography, the poetry is a form of communicating my life.
Today is day #90 and day #1 of building a manuscript.
3/31/2010
This is Day #90 of 2010. It was taken in E. Longmeadow or S. Springfield outside a doctor's office where my friend was being treated for Lyme. She was just getting worse and worse. I remember looking at the manicured lawns of this building and thinking we had entered into a whole new world, that it had no connection to W. Massachusetts at all. There was green grass, which we had not seen in almost 6 months. I felt the whole experience of trying to find help for my friend and stop the deterioration of her body and find a way out of her excruciating pain was surreal like manicured green grass in March.
Friends surround the one
entering the new plane.
Chant
Sing
Prey,
hold hands,
wash dishes,
make meals.
Read,
get air,
take a walk.
Psyches and egos
take a break
shrink for a time.
Let heart
let energy
unidentified
fill the space
around the deathbed
fill the chest cavities
take over from
the concrete world.
I knew what it was like to fly
For only seconds
Three at the most
But my soul was joined by yours
And I followed you
Out of the room
Soaring out to Sugarloaf.
I stopped
You flew on
Joined the hawks.
At that moment
I knew my God.
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