My father died 35 years ago today.
My oldest brother would be 61 today.
A little over three years ago, I heard someone mention this date and ended up in the hospital for five days.
Teeny tiny steps, and a “happy light,’ and a pile of D3, and antidepressants, and anxiety pills.
This year, I might admit to having a birthday.
It seems like the earth is charged this time of year. I think I’ll go out and take pictures. There’s a tree down the block with long branches that end in flames.
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October 31, 2009 at 4:29 pm
lella
The photo is really beautiful. Stunningly so.
Anniversaries of sad or terrible events always raise some pretty big ripples in the pool of calm we try to generate for ourselves. May you walk with Beauty all around you, K.