Savoring it all

a small musing on life and love

As the year comes to a close, I’m reflecting on this past month, when my mother’s physical body was no longer here, though she remains ever-present. I see her everywhere.

And every day I hopequest.

I go to poemRENOVATION and craft small poems that live in the moment.

For the past three days, the small poems I have crafted from the words of E.M. Forster, Robert Frost, and Iris Tree all seem to speak to one another. Together, they tell a story of loss and grief and love.

my mother’s face
all light & promises
it shone,
her song faraway
in another sunlight

first step
leads to morning —
and forever
another day knowing, 
yet
oh, come back!

fate spins
intricate patterns
each generation turning
with time,
multiplying —
a complex plan

Noticing. Knowing. Pausing. Wondering. Appreciating. It’s all miraculous.

It’s all a miracle.

In the new year, I’m turning up the volume on my focus. I’m savoring it all. Everything. The loss, the grief, the love. The hope.

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