I’m working in my dad’s old shop, on my folk’s property with the trees that I’ve loved for more than half my life ❤️ My dad, the trees I belong to, they’re all here. You said today that there is a new energy to my art, But familiar. And I knew instantly it was DadContinue reading “Walk to Dad’s Shop”
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Confusion
He’s not able to walk to the bathroom today it seems. Waking confused and needing an explanation for what’s going on. Feet are puffy and sore, I keep on with the massages but he seems he has pins and needles in his toes, so I’m much more careful with softer touches. Dad was supposed toContinue reading “Confusion”
Fairness
There really is none at time of quick decline. You get a good day and hope the next is too, feel you’ve earned it with a few bad ones. Where he was walking two weeks ago without too much trouble now he is barely able to make it to the bathroom. Each time he sitsContinue reading “Fairness”
Goodbyes
I’ve not much in me to write. Today I work from my folk’s place as I insist that mom take time away from home. She is out for the day and I’ve stayed with pops, working in the back office. Today he hasn’t gotten up or stayed awake all day, been snoozing. Hasn’t touched hisContinue reading “Goodbyes”
Head rubs
Mom very understandably needs time away from the house (and I support it), so on days when she has Pilates I am going to their place to check on dad. Work breaks allow for it as I work from home thankfully. When she went today I walked over during lunch to check on dad, andContinue reading “Head rubs”
Visits, missed trip, haircut
I don’t mind the missed trip though, even if it is probably (maybe) the last trip dad will have to the beach. Needed a quiet weekend at home and the thought of being surrounded by nonstop action and talking would have been overwhelming. Dad left Friday with hair starting to fall out from the radiationContinue reading “Visits, missed trip, haircut”
I need to write more often
Life tends to get so busy these days it’s the last thing I think of. Changed jobs, improved my screened porch, settling into my little home with the panthers. Dad is declining quickly. We honestly didn’t think he’d still be here at this point, and it’s been an adventure with many medical ups and downsContinue reading “I need to write more often”
From Every Beautiful Mile by Ashley Manley
This. Through all the heartache. The numbness that’s plagued me for the past five years. This is why I don’t regret loving who I’ve loved. Because it’s all part of me. And knowing I’m capable of so much passion and love is a wonderful thing. My muse needs to be myself, and it always was,Continue reading “From Every Beautiful Mile by Ashley Manley”
Divinity
Lengths of leather nudge the warps and welds of fingertips, I leave fingerprints pressed in glue And stitch over them to hide the marks. Can’t help but stumble and drop needles, My hands atremble for you are near. Blowing fan behind your hourglass form I’m in a breeze that hugged you first It whispers yourContinue reading “Divinity”
Absent Moments
Another month has passed in a whirlwind of absent moments. To where I feel the only mark of time is how often I refill my pill sorting box. It’s Wednesday again, another week gone, in cycle over and over again and it’s a month, it’s a quarter of the year, it’s four years altogether. TheContinue reading “Absent Moments”
A Burd in Flight 