Every drop mixes,
the small drop of sadness trickles
and runs and falls
flowing to the great sorrow
the sea of one night's eternity.
something one cannot know
until they have tasted
the name of these waters
mixing until they are one,
until they know
the taste of poison
or the warming light--
a resurrection of two,
the days die younger and younger
the rain falls every night
soon it will be winter
and the blood boils hot
to mix with the waters
of your river~on your soft shore
and know that every drop was given
to me to bathe my immortal soul
in its quiet murmurs, total embrace.
Top: A river. A big one, too. I think it's in Australia. I think it's called the Trist. Very cool name for a vessel that carries water forward to mix with other water, as this shot is from the very edge of where the river meets the sea. Very poetic and Raymond Carver-esque, as well.
Middle: I loves me some fractal art.
Bottom: A view toward the center of our galaxy. Click that one, you won't be disappointed by the larger view. The giant black hole in the center will only hurt you if you think it will.
Thanks for all the great thoughts and wishes.
My aunt has had her major surgery, removing a large tumor that had been causing the bulk of her problems with speaking and balance. However its all very temporary, in spite of the fact that she has some of the best doctors available. Maybe the best we can hope for is just the chance to speak to her again. There isn't much more that can be done, because the cancer has spread to too many places. But I hope to at least be able to speak to her. At least one more time. Even if anything at all is too much to ask so might as well ask for it all, if I ask for anything.
Except sometimes when I ask for everything. It's good to be optimistic when you can, I've always thought.
Last month, she was exactly as she always was, running around everywhere and staying in everyone's business except her own. I often asked her if she felt OK, and took it for granted when she would invariably answer "fine", or tell me about an upcoming doctor's appointment that she apparently always called off on and never told anyone about. She drives and is fully capable, even seeing to all of her friend's getting to the doctor on time, and doing community work. She never gave any hint of this and must have hid her pain.
And very suddenly, everything is at an end from which there is no turning away.
Everything is marching toward an end I can fend off only with prayers, wishes and hope. But it pains me most that my one year old niece will never know this lady who was like a guardian of every sort during the lives of her mother and I. I can only hope we have learned enough from her to teach children, hers or my own later on, the love that we know and teach what it means to care above and beyond normal, everyday life.
Angels are living people and my aunt Theresa is one of them. She loves the piano and singing when she thinks nobody hears her. She speaks English, French, Latin, a little Spanish and Italian. She knows as many cheesy Star Wars lines as anyone, and always loved saying "let the wookie win!" when people were being disagreeable. She helped me to get my first guitar and some lessons and drove me to many a band practice or gig, even risking life and limb during a few blizzards (the show must go on).
I have the greatest hope for her, and she has the strongest love and support from the family around her. But it is really hard to ignore that a time limit has been set. I feel she can fight, and I know she will, but I also don't want her to suffer. It's one of those terrible and beautiful things, to know ultimate love and to have to say goodbye to the one individual who personified it.
I told her people from around the world have wished her success and a speedy recovery. That there's all kinds of good people around the world who care enough to not stay out, but to give words to the wish, no matter how modestly worded. She is greatful to everyone who has been so kind as to put into words any thoughts on the subject.
Your comments about anything to do with the pics and the poems, your best wishes, your love and all that sweet jazz have helped me out greatly, as well.
You all are in my thoughts, too.