I read this poem, “When you Can’t Stop Crying”  by Jon Katz on Friday morning and burst into tears   It has been a raw, dark week for me.  There is a part of me that cannot feel into what is coming, or that fears what is coming and prefers not to look.

And then there is my beloved, beloved Capprichio, nose in the grass, hooves on the earth, eye to me, reminding me to taste what is here right now, to stand where I am and breathe all of this in.  And today, when I was appreciating him, and appreciating the warmth, and appreciating the opening blossoms om my crab apple tree, the lilacs, the sun I could feel a budding possibility, beyond my control, beyond even my ability to imagine.

This weekend I am traveling to Minnesota to visit my sister.  Janet is one of the most ebulliant and optimistic people I know.  When the genetic cards were being dealt, she got those.  Whenever I see her, I say I am going to get an infusion of “Janergy.”

Next post from St. Paul.