Words: Pained, dull, fronting. (slang for putting up a front). There is a definite relationship between disposition and mobility. Holding onto the walls, cruising like a toddler learning to walk. Regressing or fast forward? Maybe this is what it means when one says “It’s all downhill from here.” There was a peak, and this is that slope past it. Riding a bike down a mountain, letting gravity do its thing, …
Words: Let’s see if I can remember as far back as yesterday morning…Creaky, positive, slow. This is the crew upon whose idea I am running.
Words: connected, cheery, okay Okay gets a bad rap. Okay is great. Well, not great. It’s solid in its non-superlativeness. Equilibrium, normalcy. Nothing to be taken for granted. So glad these students are willing to play. I think it is the nature of this particular school. They are great.
Words: Aging, painless, behind Somewhere between coffee and the breaking of the fast I add the word “privileged”. Privileged to have a home, and food, and this precious solitude. …There will be time, there will be time To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; There will be time to murder and create, And time for all the works and days of hands That …
Words: Tired Maybe allergies are acting up? not breathing well through the night? Antihistimine. Yes. Note to self. Sunny. But that is the room, not my disposition. Cheerful. Self-contained. Feeling small, like I don’t take up much room…like I’d rather be overlooked. It’s early…ish. 7:30 on a Saturday. Everyone else is asleep. I resist the urge to start the day with email and social media. I …
A friend asked for a prayer. I fold my hands and start, “Dear God…” and I falter because I don’t know what I’m doing and to Whom I’d offer my pleas. Please. This doesn’t mean I don’t believe in prayer and intent and that there is power in belief. That is its own magic. So I think of good in the world; of the care; of those ties that bind us …
Crawled into the cave Just the dog and the cats. Oh. And me. I thank my friends for leaving me be.
I forget still. Mom posted a picture of dad’s gravestone at the cemetery. She visits most Sundays. Still catches me off guard. This. I’m in the midst of a hormonal rollercoaster. Menopause. Alternately want to weep and hit things…hard. Trying to minimize collateral damage by keeping myself isolated. I come out on occasion for brief forays into the world. I don’t think I’ve seen myself in a while. It got …
I’m sleeping with mom. She went to bed before me and I left her there. I check to make sure she is still breathing. I’m doing that thing. We all are doing it. I think this may be the longest time she’s been able to sleep in days. I left her there. Get some rest. I smell coffee and hear the sneeze. Great! Dad’s making the coffee. I hear the shuffling in …
Born on 02/16/1933 to Margaritta Kausin and Proceso Albaran Oyzon departed this life on Monday, December 30,2013 Survivors include his wife, Paraluman Lomy) Oyzon; daughters Elouise Oyzon of Rochester, NY; Elice R Oyzon of Stafford, Va; Elaine Oyzon-Mast of Atlanta, GA; sons, John Elliott Oyzon of Phoenix, AZ and Benjamin E Oyzon of Brooklyn, NY; sons-in-law James McMurtrie; Chakib El Ghazzali; and Curtis Mast. He was wonderfully blessed with seven grandsons, Aidan, Connor and Gabriel McMurtrie, twins Elias Robert and Ethan Arthur and Evan …
