Hello friends.  

I've been unable to write or connect with you during the last two months.  My husband has been quite ill after a surgery that became infected and attacked his nerves.  These have been difficult, nightmarish times, but after two surgeries, he is now recovering, his pain is subsiding and he is home.  I know, had I reached out to you, I would have received many good wishes and prayers but I was immobilized by my fears.  I am sorry.

During this time, I also had to put my beloved friend, Daisy, to sleep.  I am mourning her gentle and loyal presence.  How I miss my angelic dog.  

A few weeks before Daisy's departure.

It is so nice to be writing here again.  Life is beginning to normalize.  I've missed you.  Am looking forward to reading your poetry and resuming one of the things I most enjoy.   

                  To My Husband, 

                  re: Our Blur 

There are so many blotchy blurs of memory

We've stored during all these many years.  

The latest is already fading

Into the mist that is our past

Someday we'll remember even less 

But never will we laugh at the flashbacks

That remain

The pain

The fear

Future unclear

Multifaceted spectrum of suffering

Making us feel helpless, alone

Forgetful of our communion with all humans

Whose lives zig zag just like ours

between degrees of joys and sorrows

I wish, like the enlightened ones,

We could be grateful even for darkness.

But all our gratitude now

Is for the light we're beginning to see

Dispersing our nightmare

Forming a blur.