Visitations

May 4th, 2008

I live in biking distance of a beautiful beach, marshland and the intracoastal waterway, where startling sunsets are standard operating procedure. I try not to take the beauty for granted and to remember how lucky I am to have free access to the kind of gorgeousness that is usually reserved for the very rich and privileged. Because it opens my heart up to visitations when life tells me to keep the hatches battened. Tonight I’m aching for my grandson who can’t find his true north; for my daughter who wants to help and is helpless; for not showing my mother enough love when she was alive; for my own bouts of deep loneliness that come when I least expect it. But still I’m hopeful.