THE JOURNEY

Above the mountains
the geese turn into
the light again

painting their
black silhouettes
on an open sky.

Sometimes everything
has to be
enscribed across
the heavens

so you can find
the one line
already written
inside you.

Sometimes it takes
a great sky
to find that

first, bright
and indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your own heart.

Sometimes with
the bones of the black
sticks left when the fire
has gone out

someone has written
something new
in the ashes
of your life.

You are not leaving
you are arriving.

- David Whyte

Not Good Enough

Not good Enough

Not good enough

not good enough

not enough

not enough

not enough

ENOUGH.

Thank you so much for your thoughts and prayers and emails!

Dad is doing better. He is still in the ICU, but they have used the phrase, “Out of the woods,” so that is a very good thing. In fact, they brought him a television into the ICU so he could watch the hockey game tonight. I don’t remember my Dad watching hockey ever in his life before, so that is an interesting turn of events – lol. I spoke to him briefly this afternoon and he seemed in good spirits. My Mom sounds so much better now too. I wish I could squeeze them both with all of my heart, but sending them love is all I can do right now. It’s such a cliche, but love is really all that matters.

Hold your loved ones tight tonight for me.

xo