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Went to these classes today in a quieter mood,
Expecting to stretch, for sure but in a simpler way
Pleased with work.
Crisp the evening air while I walk the maze
As the sun settled and I enjoyed the colors, thinking:
Miss you more.
A week of learning new painting skills to use when back
In my own studio. A week on an island edge, a place totally
New and different.
I have been moving and doing a lot and do realize, all
Has been turning to seek what is now my life alone to hold
New and different.
Slipping past another time-zone to arrive
at the edge of an inland sea to paint, to be with others,
to learn skills
In this life do I look now for small pleasures unexpected.
Un-denied, now with praise for the goodness of friends, of
Tasks done well.
Even I, who has been sure to ever be doing,
Even I wonder how to keep this pace going,
Even I tire.
A lovely tuesday afternoon spent sitting on the deck
By the river,, enjoying lunch with a friend. She and I
Talk and care.
After all this travel, glad for the friends, the family
(sometimes are the same) glad for the music, glad to
see Gorey's home.
Appreciate getting a reminder that I failed. That reminds
why I need live alone. A life alone is okay. Death...it came sooner
than I expected.
Returned here to sit again your bench as the day ends
With dogs exuberant in freedom, a glass of wine and
my own thoughts.
My own thoughts, this year I did welcome the shelter of tall corn.
The last two did so need to see distance. Come back to rain
and corn cut.
Ah to see across vast, flat fields
and be here: at home, a home
with mixed emotions
1700+ miles I've travelled these last ten days. What have I learned?
Hmmm first off and come last: a reminder how I still often let
my fear rule.
Had I an idiot's breath of sense perhaps
my dear would be here yet. Good to be reminded
Of my failure.
Yet before coming here, I did enjoy the company of friends,
Of family. Listened to the creative sound of others, the
beauty they gave.
Sitting with these women, almost all widowed, almost all living on.
Know their choices are good but I sit, still wondering what the hell
I will do?
In an evening slightly warm by a Rhode Island inlet,
With my new widowed aunt, we eat seafood watching the
Block Island ferry.
My mother, a seasoned widow, enjoys the food, the space.
Three widows and a dear coz, all at different places, learning
Living with out.
To go, to hear a wondrous voice singing just
A few feet away, to go with dear people is to
Go into contentment.
With friends, drive to Newport and watch beauitful
Horses and coaches drive by. Past coming forward.
Past I know.
I so enjoy traveling with a friend, this afternoon
She kept company with me and shared a beer with
You and me.
We travelled on with thoughts shared, talking and
I followed to share her evening of music and memory
Of sharing time.