The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? -W. B. Yeats, The Second Coming (1919)
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Darkness Drops
Posted in Aging, Fear, impermanence, Protest, Time on February 26, 2017 | Leave a Comment »
Desert Bloom
Posted in Aging, Beauty, Falling in Love, Fear, Natural World, Romance, Writing on May 4, 2015 | Leave a Comment »
Inches apart the right side of your right arm rubbed my left.
It took a long time, Dad, but I’m ready
Posted in Aging, Daughters, Death/Loss/Grief, Fathers on January 8, 2015 | 3 Comments »
Defying medical theories and scientific predictions, my father made it to his 80th birthday. His body reached a perfect trifecta of failure – heart, kidneys and lungs hung on by a delicate balance of medications and dialysis. One of his legs was numb for years, his spine was curved, one eye perpetually drooped from the […]