September 11, 2021
On this national day of mourning for the tragedies of 20 years ago, I look at the tragedies threatening to swamp us today and wonder at how in 2001 those events united our country, and today, the current dire circumstances only serve to tear us further apart.
September 9, 2021
When someone you know dies, it elicits an internal awareness of mortality.
week 672 ~ a time to think about
a time to think about
how the world spins today
a time to blot dreams out
a time to cry to shout
hard to refrain they say
a time to think about
this mess but my hideout
beckons don’t go that way
a time to blot dreams out
easier to hide from doubt
when the future’s in play
a time to think about
nothing a news blackout
would work hold facts at bay
a time to blot dreams out
I am too small to rout
disaster push away
a time to think about
a time to blot dreams out
September 8, 2021
This morning P. got the call we have been expecting to come soon, his dad has died. He was 91 and lived independently until a month ago, fading in rehab after a brief hospitalization. No mattter how prepared you are for the death of a parent it still hits hard, as I remember well. Right now though, there are things to be done.
September 6, 2021
Labor Day, the start of all things academic, finds me back at work on editing my pandemic compositions. They are beginning to coalesce around their final forms, and alternately delighting and frustrating me. But it feels good to be back in the creative process.
September 5, 2021
A fun zoom call today with my sibs. Initiated by the recent birthday, and including a video tour of my sister’s beginning rehab of her new house. Happy to catch up and to see her so excited about the future. And for dinner, P’s traditional Portuguese caçoila– yum!
September 3, 2021
The beauty of late blossoms. Happy birthday to my brother B today!
