there were these great thundering storms this summer
that brought in
these evenings of color
I love vibrant colors..
I hate some of these photos
they are NOT as crisp as they used to be
Moriarty is messing with my EYE
but I enjoyed the nights all the same..
evenings of dramatic sounds and sights..
thunder and light shows...
evenings on the porch
Life's big thoughts
with all my very favorite people..
(were you there?)
these nights brought deep sleeps for me
(I don't sleep well in the "city")
sleeping and waking
I feel my heart breaking
from my journal...
"I don't know if Moriarty is just messing with me.. but
I do believe it's in the place between waking and sleeping, where dreams still drift, wafting and waning...that their memories somehow still live most vibrantly.. because I heard her voice, so bold and clear... and woke up weeping when I realized she wasn't in the room with me.. missing mom today…"
that happens a lot lately..
this vibrant memory thing..
the feeling of mom
BEING with me
or sensing one of them..
in the time in between..
not really knowing in that place in space
who is still HERE and who has gone on …
and my heart breaking
all over again..
I look in the mirror
"suck it up buttercup".
as I woke up,
thoughts of my own mortality covered me like a blanket