My hat rested outside all night long on the driveway.
A lonely left glove stuck up through crusty snow.
House keys dangled from the front door.
All of these things have been waiting for me to see them – and suddenly I could relate to them in a way I hadn’t before.
Now we are together again and I am ready to accept their help and comfort.
… the universe was speaking to me ….
one friend said I was only just beginning the second chapter in my life
another said that when she was my age, there was a completely unimagined life still ahead for her
… so I guess I am going to stop living like I’ve hit the epilogue and get on with the business of writing myself into new stories of my own making …
This leaf seemed to be hugging up against the snow, not yet ready to be raked away by the spring.
Please let me be whole,
unfinished – but more than
enough – never small
apology for myself,
still an unproven
hypothesis in self love
I looked down to discover this skyscape beneath me. A whole city below my feet. I missed my fleeting chance to escape to the underneath when my train arrived.
Treasures, uneaten by dog.
Three dull pumpkin carving knives
Eight fondue sticks
Four sets of fancy chopsticks and one mangled sushi rolling mat
One petite grapefruit spoon
My favorite pie making tools
A tangled heap of cookie cutters and a sticky box of decorating items
…. and all of the memories wedged in the crevices like crumbs …
The dog attacked every respectable pile of snow today – and won, I think – while I soaked up the pale winter sunshine.
Sometimes she was selfless to the point of being forgotten.