I like these high waters,
their roar a herald of once-lost causes;
love the way clear eyes
can look through the lashing rain
to see the dry light of tomorrow beyond.
Even drowning would be better
than turning to each other
and saying, “We’d better go inside.
Better wait out the storms
and let them wash themselves out.”
So…Here is the rain; beyond it,
the new day. For now I’ll stand
cold and wait for a moment,
let the rain let up a bit. Beyond
that is all I have to live for.
Dark Matter 
January 9th, 2024 at 9:50 pm
YOU DON’T
MATTER GIVE UP!
January 9th, 2024 at 9:48 pm
Saw a photo of a sign that went: You Don’t
Matter. Give up!
Reading it from left to right had me laughing hysterically. Then it hit me. That would be so freeing!!! At 86 maybe I could dance, laugh, misbehave, and play the rest of the way. If I haven’t made a difference by now, why would I think I will. What if dementia is a wonderful freedom to not give a shit. I”ve been having a few symptoms, the best or worst depending on my mood is losing my filter. I am worship leader for a liberal Presbyterian Church and part of what I do is repeat the announcements so those watchin on line can hear them . I announced the Women’s Group meeting on the following Tuesday and adlibbed, “We are an inclusive church, so everyone is welcome. But you must wear a skirt.” Michael , our robust choir leader broke up laughing and said loudly, “I can do that!”