Friday, September 23, 2011

NAKED steps.



I walk alone, most days.
One and twenty-thirty-forty-fifty-sixty-
seventy years living at the brink of the known universe.

If I drop my weight
I can bob on these waters for a while, and find a safer shore.



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6 comments:

  1. SuzSeptember 23, 2011 at 1:43 PM

    Rosaria,
    yes "the weight"
    I know this weight...take my hand
    I'll walk beside you

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  2. HelenSeptember 23, 2011 at 2:14 PM

    Yes, Suz has left a profoundly wise comment for you and I humbly echo it.

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  3. UnknownSeptember 23, 2011 at 3:42 PM

    I hope the weight will ease with time.

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  4. Grandmother MarySeptember 24, 2011 at 12:16 AM

    This is true both literally and figuratively. May it be so for you.

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  5. Marion Williams-BennettSeptember 24, 2011 at 12:34 PM

    Dropping the weight means you need to find the reason you are holding on to it. It's all part of the journey. I wish you peace on this journey.

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  6. Rosemary Nissen-WadeSeptember 29, 2011 at 4:04 PM

    I can imagine few more healing things than walking on a beach.

    Having only just found this lovely blog, almost by accident, I didn't at first realise the loss you are dealing with, until I read an earlier entry.

    You write beautifully! That is perhaps not a bad thing to do with a situation you cannot otherwise alter. I think it is also a way of honouring your son.

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