some kind of death.
i took down the Magic Diaries Cloth, folded it Care FULL y and placed it in the Wall box which was once a toy box.
put back the long linen runner that holds all manner of things from cloth to paper to wire and stick
then, the day went along. And i thought about how it feels like some kind of death. I thought a lot of things and i read what was presented on the computer screen and wrote some things down so i can track it all as the days continue. But it still felt like some kind of death.
I thought about the months long conversation or years, maybe even, i'd shared with daughter about Things You Can't Undo. And this helped me.
Things You Can't Undo.
the things of human to human now, we can form. as of clay. Things of the planet, not so much and i look at that. Will keep looking at that. Some things we will not be able to undo. And here is the Grief. My grief.
so i'll work it out here, on the wall with Cloth and paper and pen. What died? Maybe the self that came of age in the 60's. What remains now?, the self that is coming of age now…in my 70's years? I think so.
Michelle gave the link yesterday. Maybe she will give it again for today. Maybe i can enlist Jude to set it in the side bar here? Leonard Cohen, Jikan. How gracefully he has excused himSelf.
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