I love this time of year, and today I’m gifted to receive my booster shot.  I’m told hydrating helps with the side effects, so I’m guzzling water with glee.  

I’m reading Robert Bly in the mornings.  The poem “Surprised by Evening” ends with these words.

The day shall never end, we think:

We have hair that seems born for the daylight;

But, at last the quiet waters of the night will rise,

And our skin shall see far off, as it does under water.

And our skin shall see far off, as it does under water.

A friend’s mind is deteriorating with Alzheimer’s.  She is afraid of chairs with wheels, and doesn’t remember any of us.  What does this mean?  

I re-read Klara and the Sun by Kazuo Ishiguro.   Memory, and in this moment, all gathers in me, a blossom held, a flower, releasing to more deeply reveal the core.  

By the marsh, flowers pop up like kangaroos

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