Poems

Sometimes we need to pretend that things are different in order to get through hard times. But the Sun also rises.

Gradually making deeper sense of the reality of life.

For some this will resonate deeply. For others the dissonance is too much. All up, sovereignity is fundamentally your own gig.

Sometimes I feel, see, sense, smell the presence of my departed love. It's so real. It's so bittersweet. It's so wonderful. It makes me feel so desperately alone and so incredibly united at the same time. Almost 2 years... I can't remember a day since u moved on.

I don't have much human contact these days. But there are moments when creatures other than people come to me to say hello.

A second birthday comes around since you moved into another paradigm. Though raw and wobbly, I also feel steady. I feel you lift the breeze that I might learn to fly again. Happy Birthday Habibi. xxx

How much loss can someone deal with in such a short time? Seems all the people I love have passed in the last year. Now my beloved dog, Rufus, the most loyal and loving soul has crossed the rainbow bridge. But I must remember all he taught me. It's not about goodbyes. It's always about the hello.

Facebook. Urrhhh.

As we move through difficulties, through grief, we find a way to recreate ourselves. Albeit, slowly. A year after Kinan's passing I went to visit my darling Mom-in-law in Minnesota. Lake Phalen in St.Paul provided nature, nurture and knowledge.

A year on. I miss you so much my Habibi. Life is just not the same. But ... right with me as always, You are here.

Coming up to year since my beloveds passing, I find myself awash in so many emotions. Yet, I am not drowning.

It's always ok to call out a wrong. It's always right to own a mistake. Be firm but be fair. Say your piece and then leave others to it. Take yourself to it.