Day 43


A relief from another so wet day


and then I came home to today's mail with a hand-written poem in the box from one of you.  Thank you Kathy (KD)


“The Way It Is


There’s a thread you follow. It goes among
things that change. But it doesn’t change.
People wonder about what you are pursuing.
You have to explain about the thread.
But it is hard for others to see.
While you hold it you can’t get lost.
Tragedies happen; people get hurt
or die; and you suffer and get old.
Nothing you do can stop time’s unfolding.
You don’t ever let go of the thread.



~ William Stafford ~”




(This morning upon waking I was assaulted by a bout of body inside out sobbing that came out of nowhere - was T in a dream?  anyway, this poem speaks to all this mystery - of letting go and holding on both I think)