Cosmic Justice

Today my sweet you would have been sixty three years of age. So Happy Birthday!

I think you tried to play a trick on me by skunking Boo at six this morning... I spent my morning washing away the odour.
Yes, I remember the skunk we had living under the porch in Mattapoisett. We fed him for three years. A very polite skunk, never a scent. Just a couple of frights late at night when we came home. The white streak humping around the back gate.
Anyway the cosmic joke on you, is that Boo still smells and he is sleeping under the bed next to you! HA


Still miss you every day.

24 years

Twenty four years ago at this time we were standing ready. Waiting for the last of the few people we had invited to join us. Though it would have made little difference if no one was there as we only had eyes for each other. The candles were lit. My shoes were new and slippery. You looked wonderful in your tails.
So as I write this I walked down the aisle to you and we listened to the minister say something...
We followed the words but spoke to each others hearts. We knew we were to be together until death parted us.
Last year at this time I could hardly breathe. This year I cried as I put on your robe. But the tears were fewer. I still miss you. I still wonder why?
I remain blessed in knowing you and being part of your story.
I do.

Revival

Happily the Bleeding Heart I planted for you last year has bloomed.

Prajnaparamita Sutra

Gone,gone
to the other
shore...Knowledge crosses from this side going
to that phenomenal world, that other
bank of perfect
wisdom.

Reviewing

Tonight marks the years time of your last words to me. "You chose wisely"

I have missed you every day. Some much more than others.
Some people allow me to talk about you, others are so uncomfortable. Some just want me to move in their direction. I feel a push back, an unwillingness to let you go.
Last moon I found myself crying. Never sure how I deal with the emotions of being without you. I resolve to bury your ashes. Then I think how do I manage without your strength holding me up?

I will continue to fill champagne bottles with your poetry and your essence and send your message out to sea. Next week the armada will begin.

Before Valentine's Day

Lewis it's been awhile since I wrote. Sorry but have not felt like talking with you. Christmas and New Year was time in space. Now I have to cope with the time of the year that was the most special to us. I will truly miss my Valentine Flowers and funny cards. Still have trouble writing as so many things are not user friendly. I am still here...



Short review " Cezanne's Quarry" Barbara Corrado Pope Not as expected from title. Would have liked a bit more about the art and why the style. A bit slow but I made it through.