it's been a difficult couple weeks, and it's not usual for me to open so personally in my writings.
but i feel i must.
my father left my mother
nearly 30 years of marriage
(i was in town visiting when it happened. this is an extended visit on account of these events)
my heart aches for my mother,
who desires to grow old with my father
we are confused, angry, sad
emotions come in waves
an image comes to mind:
i'm wading in the ocean
the tide rushes
sand is swept from under my toes
for a second it feels as though i shall fall or be swept away
then my feet steady themselves.
i want to be a rock for my mother
i wish to understand my father
it is a time of uncertainty
but i know we till get through it
may these muddied waters will grow clearer over time
for now we're hold on to each other
looking for beauty wherever we can
this was a lovely gift the other night: