Sunday, October 9 Knock. Knock. Hoosier? Time to. Time to who? Time to cannonball through bluegrass, cross the roads, cross the lines with an unbridled spirit. You’re welcome. So volunteer to eat a peach. and welcome the world. Avoid the log jams. Take the scenic route Take your time. […]
31 Days of Moving Reflections – Day 8 #SouthFloridaBound
Saturday, October 8 We said goodbye this morning Hugged the grands Waved our waves Packed the car Caged the cat. The daughter who was done with her goodbyes came back. Later said God knew she needed time alone–with us, with the house she grew up in. There were tears and more hugs and […]
31 Days of Moving Reflections – Day 7 #SouthFloridaBound
The last evening sky… Friday, October 7 We underestimated time though time’s not really ours to estimate. Today was our leave-taking, but we didn’t leave. There were escapades and laughter and sushi and smelling of the flowers a sweet see-you-later. There were sneaking beach chairs and runaway shopping carts. Come back, Jack. Come back. Wh00sh…. wh00sh… Later […]
31 Days of Moving Reflections – Day 5 #SouthFloridaBound
Wednesday, October 5 They come with blankets and a Bandie To disembowel the family home, But they can’t shelve memories In the recesses of a semi. It’s Random Acts of Poetry Day and I scribble hasty words of home on the side of a book box. There’s a leap and a yelp down by […]
31 Days of Moving Reflections – Day 2 #SouthFloridaBound
Sunday, October 2 Last night I hugged my dad and hugged my brother. Sissy made no-churn ice cream and homemade cinnamon rolls to see us off. The colors are changing, and we are changing. I wonder when we’ll see fall again. Our daughter needs us home. She’s exhausted (as we all are), and friends […]
A Visit to the Holocaust Memorial Center
It happened, therefore it can happen again: this is the core of what we have to say. It can happen, and it can happen everywhere. ~ Primo Levi A renovated boxcar is set on rails embedded in the floor where we enter the Holocaust Memorial Center. Two hundred people might have once crammed inside […]
Poetry of Moving: New Carpet
There’s coming in the going, going in the coming, stillness in the moving.
Where is Home?
“I know it’s morbid, my daughter says, “but I’ve been thinking about it, and so I’ll ask. If you and Dad die, is there enough life insurance to fly you home and bury you?” She asks him the same question over the phone, and he assures her there is plenty and more. I tell her I don’t […]
On Memorial Day
Entrance to Maple Hill Cemetery on Memorial Day Today we remember those who serve(d) and sacrifice(d). My father tried to get into every branch of service during WWII, but was unable to because of his congenital nystagmus. (If he had been, would he have married my mother? Would there have been a me?) He was accepted […]
When You Need to Disengage to Redirect
“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.” ~Anatole France Home. That’s the word I chose to guide my year in 2015. “It might mean fewer words see the light this […]
