Wide-eyed
And listening,
I walk.
Intent.
Looking at everything.
Rarely understanding anything.
Hey world:
You are a puzzle.
With no piece in place.
Every day I bring my own puzzle piece
With me
As I walk
As I wait
As I work with friends on a project that will culminate in two exhibits of selected tapestries from one of our friends who wove for 50 years before losing her ability to weave due to cognitive difficulties, the time I usually have for blogging is limited. Thank you to everyone who responded to my post connected to this year's Memorial Day. I felt so alone in the year the man I loved served as a helicopter mechanic in Vietnam and felt alone for nearly 20 years after the war ended. I spent as much time as I could at the ocean -- one place where I did not feel alone. This year, in large part because of your comments, I know fully that I am not alone, no matter where I am. You are never far from my thoughts. I am grateful to belong to this far-flung community of kindred spirits.
A friend who is staying in Laguna Beach, California, with her husband this week emailed me this ocean scene. It may take several clicks before the video appears:
P.S. Rosemarie -- Our public library secured a copy of Overcome for me. I am just a few chapters into the book. The long and eventful life of Ellamae Simmons is an inspiration. Thank you for making it possible for her story to be told.
