Okay... it's all staring to get to me... the heat, undependable transportation, family illness, medical bills, my muse has gone and I'm being bombarded with news and images from the Gulf. Tuesday would have been my mother's 78th birthday... She's been gone almost 17 years... you'd think it wouldn't bother me so... but it's ingrained in my soul. Today was my maternal grandmother's birthday, which was ingrained in my mother's soul. I know this from her writings and just by knowing my mother. They are together...
Don't get me wrong... I haven't succumbed to right brain emotional escalation... but I am melancholy... worried... exhausted... worn down... I guess it's inevitable for all of us, at least sometime in our lives...
Photo source Sodahead.com
I have lost myself.
I do not recognize myself
as the girl I once was
or the woman I should be.
I seek myself amid prayers
that rise on smoke of sage and sweetgrass.
As my prayers are carried on feathered wings
my emotions rise to find me.
My pen in hand,
I write myself back to where I belong.
My pen knows the way
and beckons me to follow.