a very hard thing in the Michigan family. Everyone had to fly there. and that's not my story to tell but i woke this morning to the reality of it and was afraid. i lay there, fully realizing. and there was Fear. moments passed and then, suddenly,
Metta. Metta for my Self. my self.
i put this here so i don't minimize the experience of this as i move on into the days….don't minimize the beautyfully clear Lightness that came. how i'd written that in the stenographer's notebook. above. And as i wrote, it became more. the Metta was about all hard things now. how i took this photograph because photographs are real. they are fact. not memory or interpretation. So i can keep the experience here. Like this. so it stays alive. real.
ADDENDUM 8/8
i knew i might regret posting this. It comes across as cryptic and it isn't really, it's just about something that Belongs to other people. and i should have been more clear about the Fear…it was because everyone was gone. That far away. that i was here alone with any Evacuation Order that might come. and that there was no way any of that could be changed. Jenny is now back. Alyssia returns Sunday.
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