on the left side of the Janet Chair, on the stones. Enlarge and it will help. some. I spent a long time with Garden this afternoon. Earlier than usual. Wanting to give water to the Pomegranate and Fig long. Seeping deep. So i sat. Thinking. This Titmouse came and bathed. Much fluttering and splashing then up into the Scrub Oak to fluff and rearrange. Back to bathe. Back to branch. 3 times. And then some very small bird hummingbird size went about inspecting all the watered plants touching its beak to stems and leaves, the metal of the tomato cages. Their eyes are so bright. Watching all this it occurred to me how my grief might be so different from Jeff and the childrens. My world is the same. The death of T, the great heartache for Jeff and the children…..this is in "addition to". It is now another ummm, layer of Everything . For them though, so much has been torn away, ripped off, is Missing. a Gaping space where she Was. This…if it is true, might help in the slow mend. I will return to it tomorrow.
and just a slow More to the Tree. Make marks. Sit…..Look. wait for more doing. Just Go, but slow. Go slow.
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