The painting on the table is a new one inspired by the mountain ash berries I used to play with when I was a kid.
Trying to find room for contemplation in the midst of life’s chaos. Feeling saddened by the sudden loss of Alex’s mother and wishing I could have had the chance to meet her.
This poem has been on my mind.
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)