june 5th

how to carry on?

after one man's decision impacts the future of the world?

i have been stuck here for days,

bereft.

i've been reading poetry.

especially mary and wendell, 

and this lovely little book.

wandering the road,

looking up at the sky,

exhaling.

i am glad i made room for the mourning.

but now the lupines in the meadow are beginning to open.

and the persistence must be tenfold.

 (and london, too...)

xo