I should write more today.
But I can’t.
We lost a dear family member yesterday. Creativity is somewhere behind the fog of loss. Words that matter float in that creativity behind the blur of memories.
What a lady. What a mother. What a grandmother.
She loved unconditionally. She poured herself out for everyone else.
It’s All Souls Day. I should write something about the Readings. I don’t feel like it. All I feel like saying is that I read them.
And there was comfort there like nothing else can give.