On the precipice of a day
when clouds hugged the peaks of hills
dragging themselves over the tops like proud warriors--
And the sky, blue with memory and tradition
poured over us, bathing us in intimate glory--
She said little as she held my hand and hugged my arm--
And biting into apples fresh with looks of resplendence
I knew then, as I know now--that this won't last forever and its preciousness
is an alarm--and a comfort, etched in deeply held visions like the cattle along the roadside
Or the horses she called "beautiful," as she turned her head to see them longer.
I was reminded then of the scar that struggles inside me, indignant and proud at once,
A family tradition that I long ago eschewed by choice, but one she has kept--
Just because feelings are unsaid, it doesn't mean we don't feel them.
lIt was inevitable in all the recent dark prophecies surrounding Facebook that the proverbial shite would hit the fan. In the most recent hack, I was compromised--and I couldn't log back in. The e-mail and the password that I had previously used, but hadn't had to remember for more than two years, were lost to history and in order to get back in, Mr. Zuckerburg and the gang want me to upload a copy of my driver's license, Social Security card or birth certificate. It's OK, though--they'll only hang onto it for 30 days and then they promise...promise...to destroy it.
So, I've opened a new account and am refriending folks as I can. I have to admit, I was comfortable without it for a week or so and it felt good not to hang out on FB. But I also misses so many people and their good and friendly influences in my life. So, if you receive a friend request from me--it's real. And if you don't, please don't take it personally. I'm moving as fast as I can. I'll stay on it for now-- and I'm comfortable with it. For now....
I have many posts to come here--I'm working on several and will post them as I am able in coming weeks.