1 November 2026:
"The only truth that can remain
The better part of bravery
Is in the letting go"
Wildwood is astonishing.
"We used to think...when I was an unsifted girl...that words were weak and cheap. Now I don't know of anything so mighty." -Emily Dickinson
1 November 2026:
"The only truth that can remain
The better part of bravery
Is in the letting go"
Wildwood is astonishing.
26 October 2026:
"I stood at the door and flashed
on a day the week before
he died, when I asked him
what was he living for, really, what
was left for him?, a question borne
of bone-deep exhaustion and fear." --Kelly Beard, "After Words"
There's been a kind of gloominess hovering over me these last few days. Lots of strange dreams and thoughts about my parents. Guilt and sadness on a loop.
Nothing dire; I'm okay. It's just there.
Beard's poem, which is new to me, and the little "About This Poem" segment, found me welling up here in my office this morning. Grateful for this moment.
20 October 2026: An HVAC tech came by this morning to do the yearly inspection. Jo stood at the door when he arrived, went right up to him, and was generally pretty nosy for the first half of his visit here. Something must have changed, though--maybe too many loud noises?--because after I had been working at the table for awhile, I realized I had some company hiding on the chair next to me.
I love this about her; sometimes she's so audacious and sometimes she just a scaredy cat. And when she's the latter, I love that she finds comfort near me.