Half the time I feel like yelling
HELP or
EMERGENCY
because the virus messes with your head after a while
even when you don’t – yourself personally – have the virus.
There is no “new normal” there’s just
Right Now, and it is an EMERGENCY
and I can’t fix it –
or fix me, or you –
or your ex-husband –
and I certainly can’t slow the progress of our father’s tragic decline.
On busy Clifton street
with the hum and spit of buses
someone at the “Ben Franklin school”
planted too many rose bushes –
thank God for that crazy gardener.
Now I’m walking in the park
near busy Clifton Street
among the weeds and pines and oaks.
I’m staying here, butterflies –
with you –
let the runners leave us behind.
You remind me
how to seek what is beautiful
and how to float ~
* * *
August 23, 2020 at 5:48 am
Xoxo
August 26, 2020 at 10:18 am
And to you my faithful friend…
August 23, 2020 at 7:01 am
Thank you. (For the poem but also for Sunday morning Jesus Jones.)
August 26, 2020 at 10:18 am
xoxo!
August 23, 2020 at 7:13 am
ahhhh, many thanks for the exhalation this morning. sometimes the only thing we can fix is our own respiration. it’s as good a place as any to begin. wishing you a peaceful Sunday, my friend.
August 26, 2020 at 10:16 am
I am still thinking about that MJ – “sometimes the only thing we can fix is our own respiration.” Thank you… xoxo
August 23, 2020 at 7:59 am
Sometimes flowers, trees and a good poem are al we need.
Thank you!
August 26, 2020 at 10:15 am
You’re so kind to be in touch, Nancy. Getting outside ALWAYS helps!! xoxo
August 23, 2020 at 8:23 am
So glad we are here to hear your roar. Wishing we could have some feisty dogs and a cocktail this evening. You are where you are needed and remember to take care of yourself DAILY!
August 26, 2020 at 10:14 am
Love you Lawrence!! Thank you for the encouragement!! xoxo
August 23, 2020 at 8:54 am
Love to you, Jennifer. It’s a sign of strength and hope and resilience that side-by-side with the urge to release a primal scream is the quiet wonder of observing butterflies and beauty. We have all been just where you are and feel less alone when you reflect it back to us.
August 26, 2020 at 10:14 am
You always help me feel less alone, dear Mary. xoxo
August 23, 2020 at 9:21 am
Thank you for your Sunday salute to my constant frame of mind.
LOVE the roses and the butterflies and Y-O-U!!
August 25, 2020 at 6:10 pm
Oh Kaaren, thank you. You are such a dear and encouraging friend. Xoxo
August 23, 2020 at 9:43 am
Yes.
August 25, 2020 at 6:09 pm
Xoxo
August 23, 2020 at 10:16 am
So good. Thanks
August 25, 2020 at 6:09 pm
Xoxo
August 23, 2020 at 10:47 am
Much prefer the cerebral timelessness of your analysis and photos to my sense of being on a rollercoaster. And, Jesus Jones, great reminder that we will wake up from this time.
August 25, 2020 at 6:09 pm
Thank you, dear Shelby ~ I am so ready to wake up ~ xoxo
August 23, 2020 at 1:27 pm
Let’s all rise up and sing along with Jesus Jones and imagine that we’re all onstage together with those beautiful young people–the entire Bacon community! Your posts make me see a light at the end of this endless tunnel. xoxox
August 25, 2020 at 6:08 pm
Dearest Beth ~ What an incredibly kind thing to say. And what an image!! Xoxo