Prose

What is the subject--- a twinkle in the mists of the sea- the shining of the sun on me and out between the clouds infront of me-but as I turn around towards the house I can also feel the light from each bedroom where my children sleep here in the caribbean on spring break- and my belly weeps in grateful-

And I share rilke

""Right in the difficult we must have our joys, our happiness, our dreams: there against the depth of this background, they stand out, there for the first time we see how beautiful they are." ― Rainer Maria Rilke"

Spiritually I have become a reflection- my work deepens to include more- my darkness I can sit in as well so it's a comfortable place to share with another- I love every one so much it hurts when I want to fill the human love of me---and I live less in this world but offer something so prenouned- that my aging becomes‎ an allowance - my memory is now forgiving and I need it not for this moment to receive anything worth creating a new platform for. ...I have a deep new understanding that god is my mother and father... and how a new memory forms from being that child in my bedroom on my knees and as I prayed to be blind cause I wanted a blind dog-- he loved me enought o not answer that prayer so I accept the cup of this day and drink deep with all that it includes and there is a peace... alone in myself that sits for hours- and the days pass peacefully

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