Intrepid Murmurings

this week in review
Hmmmm....things are going well here, and though we are missing Chamois, it gets easier each day. We had a good time down in Portland for the adoption seminar with our agency, and will post more on that later! We paid a visit to our alma mater, too, and ran into a few teachers, bought some vegetable plants from the greenhouse (yes, there's now a greenhouse!) at an incredible rock bottom prices, and got to see all the new buildings and construction. Yesterday I had fun visiting with the folks from the school where I used to teach but now just volunteer. They were having an all-school day-long event at Lincoln Park, just down the hill from us here in West Seattle! How could I miss out on that? Aiko wanted to go too, but 200 or so kids and an excited dog didn't sound like a great time to me... Here is an old poem I just dug up, which I wrote in college, for poetry class. Its kind of an autumn poem, but alas, seems to fit now as well. Loss Some days we are all the same-- you and I, a thread of loss weaving through time. I watch a squirrel dive into a hole. He is gone and the hollowness remains, in gaping shadows, empty branches, twisted roots. If I could just hold the world warm, in the palm of my hand; definite, true. But along with squirrels everything moves, expectations falling like acorns from a tree. We cling to an image known as truth, pure invincible, clear and shining. Then the sun shifts, colors darken, fade and that world is gone. I thought I knew. But here I am pining for what I've lost, waiting as the seasons turn, and squirrels gather nuts.