Mom
our relationship
​​​​​​​complicated at times
but mostly just love
Over the years
you got better at saying it

The fog has descended
deep darkness
overrides my soul
the spark is missing
the daydreams
no longer hold any light

NaNoWriMo
the opportunity
to write a novel
with the energy of many

I begin
it's to be a memoir
my first

Here's to the dead *
Honoring those
who have gone before
To my mother
who taught me commitment
and dedication

Those days
when grief wanders in
like the tendrils of fog
in the river valley
slowly engulfing
my heart and mind

Agreements with the self
too many made
not enough kept
leaves one distrustful
backed into a corner

Photo by Jason Williard (1983-2016); used with permission

What if you stopped
all the whirling and dervishing
What if you quit
the worrying and the caretaking
What if you just sat still
allowed in the silence

Photo by Rick Medlen on Unsplash

that moment 

when the sun peeks 

over the horizon

meeting the night air

colors move

in an unending

symphony

painting the world

with changing light

awakening the daylight

Photo by Hanson Lu on Unsplash

What if none of it is real. What if the world is a holographic projection of the collection of our minds. We are pretty attached to these bodies and our stuff. But what if none of it is real.

What if we are mighty and playful and can be, do and have anything we want. What if global warming isn't real. Not as in, "they" are making it up. But as in we created it by our beliefs.