I am reading Posterity: Letters of Great Americans to Their Children by Dorie McCullough Lawson and I am moved to write to my children wherever they are. My children are many and varied. The near-to-be-born spirits with whom I spent long hours out-side of and bedside of at varied hospitals. With the two women blessed with the desire to be mothers but not at the time with me. The gentle lives of those trusted to me by "God-father" status by friends now long removed from daily life. The children of my brothers who have always seemed like they were my own and indeed who share the preceding generation&
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Christine my love: Words on Paper Written here to tell you how I love you more and how I Might Sail the wide ocean, cross the flat plains, bring down the moon for you. hold back the rain / I will give all I have to ease your pain. Christine my love: Words on Paper Written here to tell you how I love you more and how I Might Face the wild Tiger in the dark night give you my broken wings you can take flight. I give all to you to make your life right. I will this day Forsake all others and Cleave to you as my Wife To Honor you and Cherish you Forever all of my Life. Christine my love: Words on Paper Written here to tell you how I love you more and how I Might Sail the wide ocean, cross the flat plains, bring down the moon for you. hold back the rain / I will give all I have to ease your pain. I will this day Forsake all others and Cleave to you as my Wife To Honor you and Cherish yo
Walk away, walk away. The moving Earth under our feet promise another day. What over-takes us is the seed that we have sown. If that breaks us, it is the fault of us alone. Walk away, walk away take a new fork in the road. New Earth trodden under foot, new branches broken before they have grown. If this new road leads us to the abyss, we will know we should have stayed and gathered moss like the famous once rolling stone.