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
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