Heading for Shore

I took this photo on East Beach last year, and today I captioned it. Because it's one of those days. And because we've all been here. Tossed and worn down by life, wondering when the waves will let up. But look at the pic again. This beach is beautiful, isn't it? Look at the pebbles, all smooth and polished. They didn't get that way from sitting in a puddle. I'll let you extend the metaphor however you want. I'm heading for shore.

For Fal

 

Heart Work

I thought it was
a dagger
that brought me
to my knees
when I would
think of you.

And then the ache
of healing
was the stab
and pull of
stitches through

a raw wound.

But now I know
it was a
chisel in 
my heart that
carved the space
where I can

always find you.
I see you’ve
already
begun to
decorate
the walls.

http://www.designmag.it/foto/decorazioni-per-pareti-stencil-e-pittura_5911_2.html

Two years is a long time, and no time at all--it's hard to believe that Fal has been gone that long. My friend's life was much too short, but a loving and generous spirit never dies. She lives on in her family and in her friends--the ache of missing her is tempered by that knowledge. I like the image of Fal taking up residence in each of our hearts, creating a permanent space and making it beautiful--a place where each of us can find her, if we look closely enough.


Grateful for my time with you, my friend.