not going

it seems like i just can't push

as hard as i used to.

i'm not going to cleveland.

i'm staying 

"to home"

staying put.

trying to get my energy

back

and harness this old gray mare 

for the next few weeks before retirement.

i am tired.

i didn't know how much,

but i am.

so with regret

i'm not going,

with joy in the staying, though.

there is a soft rain this morning.

and i've been "talking" to dear felicity

and to another dear, linda

and aimee and pam.

friends support just by their very beings.

others, some in the forms of magnificent crows

hover close.

care

 sometimes another person

saves you

and they don't even know it

 sometimes

someone knows exactly 

 what will raise the spirit

restore.

a book of images

silver, cloth, paper

(three women)

to examine, perhaps with a lens?

 your eyes

a hand lens

a sherlock style glass!

and change your seeing

 on my table

these things

join the books in process

i am happy to follow where 

the books will lead me,

even a tiny one

especially a tiny one

to wear over my heart.

thank you
roz.

yesterday friends

reached out to me

you know, sometimes you need that
more than you even imagine.
there was a bear
a drum
a hawk,
words, prayers, even,
and winter
all visited me leaving
images that keep me alive.