As Autumn turns to Winter, I am dancing away and that which once haunted my periphery. Made my way back to The Coves. Those abandoned Apple Trees helped me to cope with a dying marriage. And thinking this morn of how Tim LOVED going for walks he would have loved these places. No bossy Tim, no lying Tim, no addicted Tim, no dying Tim, just … Continue reading Miles Away From Grey
I recall the exact moment I knew Tim was ready to leave. I was ensconced in my acquired cubby-hole, that space I had carved out for my self after his death. I was listening to music and these series of songs played, one by one, and then and there I knew he was saying goodbye to me. I had been hitting random and had asked … Continue reading Why I Talk To The Dead
You know Mom, I realized today as I was cresting the hill at Euston Meadow, that I had not been there in the winter since maybe 1998, and it is breathtaking. It is a REAL meadow. With dead stalks of wildflowers, grasses and native trees. Sumac and Maples, Cedars, Spruce, graceful Willows and such ring the periphery of the one end. Given the time of … Continue reading Becoming A Meadow
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