following this ragged trail of september

an ecotone called illness

has me thinking about looking

and focus

looking in or at

not being in

framing experience and telling the story

has everything to do

with focus

perspective

and so last night

i went for the first walk in days and days

it felt just right

known

abundant

sparkling in newness

saturated in familiarity

it's all in how you see it

how you be in it

as the light

following the sun's lead

began to fade

i found a rosy blessing over the meadow

painted a few high leaves, even

something to reassure and hold.

~~~

my sister, bless her, checked herself out of the hospital

after a second noisy roommate

rudely arrived.

she's home with her daughter helping.

wild tales of the plucky bolyard gals,

a trip out of the big floods on the big thompson,

the intricacies of modern medicine

and some time at home to heal.

thank you for your thoughts, prayings, helps,

i've passed them all on.

(this has all been difficult because

it's the beginning of school and newnesses all around,

and we both work with high schoolers.)