Even when I’m folding my wings I’m very aware
of the wordflow waiting…
from within my heart.
I’m grieving like many of you over the deadly racism in the United States.
Do we have a right to criticize other nations? It’s a sin really from our very beginning.
And I also grieve for how the far-right is ripping us apart. Caring more for their assault rifles than they do for people.
Closer to home my wife needs further treatments for cancer. The last round was not enough.
There will be more aggressive, more invasive treatments and that means more horrible side effects.
And we had a cousin die recently…..from cancer. This was the cousin that had the big family gatherings every year…
for Thanksgiving and Christmas. We’ve eaten at their home many times. He was in his forties, married with children.
I’ve shared these things because I’ve had the wind knocked out of me like I wrote in yesterday’s poem.
No, I don’t feel a need to stop blogging. I still have plenty of wordflow…….somewhere, but I’m grieving.
I just need some restoration, with my wings folded.
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