CENTERING

Centering is what I am aspiring and inspiring towards.

My dad died last month. 

It's hard to think, say, write, feel these words.

This morning I woke crying. 

How is this possible I ask?

 But no one hears me. 

Larry, asleep beside me & Charlie B, good dog, snoozes at our feet.

I'm painting mandalas on rocks found at the beach, 

other rocks I throw in the water just to see what happens.

I've taken my first pottery class. 

I walk in circles.

I am untethered, and though there would be a time this would be divine,

it isn't right now. I'm floating, but not on my back, not like he taught me.

xo