“All he wanted was more time with us, and he tried everything he could to get it. He tried so hard. But it wasn’t enough. It’s never enough.” ~ from the eulogy at a friend’s celebration of life today Hello, again, you shape-shifter, you. You prism casting shadow puppets on the walls of my wanderings.ContinueContinue reading “Prufrock Revisited”
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In Remembrance
Dad and I had the best talks. Both of us philosophical and at times brooding in nature, we would share our deepest thoughts and fears, and try to make some sense of it all. At our best, we’d come up with some pithy maxims. More often they were simply, observations — observations that we hopedContinueContinue reading “In Remembrance”
A New Season
“Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven’t the answer to a question you’ve been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room fullContinueContinue reading “A New Season”
And How Should I Presume
“Silence is a practice of emptying, of letting go. It is a process of hollowing ourselves out so we can open to what is emerging. Our work is to make ourselves receptive. The organ of receiving is the human heart, and it is here that we feel the deep ache of loss, the bittersweet remindersContinueContinue reading “And How Should I Presume”
My Father’s Legacy
Here’s what I’ve been working on, to insert into the program for my father’s celebration of life later this month. Slowly but surely, I’m finding some words. “Nature Boy” – Photo of Charley Hudson @ Sedona, AZ by Heather Hudson There was a boyA very strange, enchanted boyThey say he wandered very farVery farOver landContinueContinue reading “My Father’s Legacy”
7 x 7 Days of Mourning
This day is typically my week’s reward, no doubt directly influenced by my American TGIF culture. The ambassador of the weekend, its wake up times are usually flexible and bedtimes are virtually nonexistent. It’s a day for working from home and forgoing nice pants. Friday is Chai Day. Friday is now also the day thatContinueContinue reading “7 x 7 Days of Mourning”
Bit By Bit
For anyone following along, I have uncovered a little more hope this week that I can address some of the physical consequences of going through this loss. I am getting used to the fact that I will never be the same — there are some things that are simply part of being lucky enough toContinueContinue reading “Bit By Bit”
One Month
Still reaching for phrases to articulate what life has been like without my first love, my hero Dad, but haven’t been able to grab hold of them yet. I will keep trying. Meanwhile the amount of varying emotions I’ve been cycling through is rivaled only by the wide range of physical symptoms I’ve had toContinueContinue reading “One Month”
Muttering Retreats 