Little Isla didn't make it into this world
but one year later we remember her
remember the struggle
the pain
the heartache
the letting go
the love

if only every child was as wanted
It is raining today
yes it is raining today
and I remember your little fingers and toes
remember holding you
and whispering
to you
that I loved you
and would see you again

thats what faith does
it comforts

 

It's that time again
...a runaway
...a seeking sanctuary getaway
...a retreat
to The Clearing
in Ellison Bay, Wisc
We'll be looking at
W.S.Merwin
....last time it was Fitzgerald in this class
..Can't wait to see Decaprio as the Gatsby
....Can't wait to see if I have any writing in me
....haven't written since Isla Maeve
left us
....death is a nasty visitor sometimes
and sometimes a welcome guest
either way
death is always noticed
...and I have tried hard this year
to ignore it
afraid the darkness I felt inside
..how this effected all of the family
would spill out and I would ...
well, I can't tell you what I would write
but it wouldn't be interesting to anyone
..just cathartic
...and that isn't storytelling
So ..we'll see..
The teacher is a wonderful Buddhist
God sends you what you need, I think
...this should be a make or break it week
...but it will be fun
Lake Michigan sunsets
..always cheer my being
bye for now
...and just to let you know
....the news I have been praying for
has come
...now we'll just have to wait
9 months