I conjure up an image of the three of you, Hawaii bronzed, and laughing. Surrounded by waves…and this memory glitters against the landscape of my mind. Our greatest relationships give us images we keep, and sometimes share, for that perfect moment. And it’s a gift we pass on in honoring you, in honoring friendship.
Dancing in the lights
geography on the brain,
a slight smile catches hold of a lovely heart.
Awkward exchanges and wistful regrets pen a nice note
I stretch my fingers
to meet the cascade of
hits the surface of my skin and scatters.
Stepping onto this dry ground with very clear intentions, I wipe my brow,
and welcome the rage.
Missing the point, you will only begin to realize
what this means
many days from now.
I am too busy dancing to feel sorry for you.
….Many summers later I’d learn to love
the shadows illumination creates.
But experience always occurs too late
to undo what’s been done. The hint
of moon above an unpredictable sea,
and that young man, that poor me,
staring ahead– everything is as it was.
And of course has been changed.
I got over it. I’ve never been the same. –Stephen Dunn
For the past 7 years I have been working towards something that will come together in a few short months. I just left my last evening class of graduate school. Left is one 10-week quarter and roughly 150 client hours.
Then I meet my master’s degree in counseling psychology.
This feeling on a Tuesday evening is pure happiness.
I believe in courage,
will and intrepidity – fearlessness in the face of non-being.
Derived from coeur meaning heart,
courage is derived from love.
A pull that tells me;
“where you are headed you have been before.”
First only a shadow,
dreams, being the unexamined life you choose to experience (but I’m not the only one)
but what a world I can dream!
And on a Sunday
love can just be there
with no hurry
That’s why you’ll always be my favorite thing
on a Sunday afternoon.