It’s odd, isn’t it, that you, Macha and I have all lost a parent in the past few months? The circumstances for each were very different of course, but at core, each of us has been left feeling orphaned –or half-orphaned–in some curious ways, even though we’re all competent adults.

And yes, it’s hurricane time. It’s hard to articulate what the rushing winds of change are all about, or what they portend. May there be time ahead for, with apologies to Wordsworth, the overflowing of powerful feelings, recollected in tranquility. The writing will come back when it’s time.

I’m so sorry to hear about your father. I sent a card to the Sebastopol PO Box. I hope you received it.

Gale force winds? Oh yeah. I remember that feeling when my parents and later when my sister died.

As for wanting to live without feeling heartbreak? Fuggitaboutit. I’ve been told that an open heart strengthens the “throne” of the soul (whatever that is). So it’s worth something, no matter how uncomfortable.

Thinking of you with love.

And thanks for the poignant words.

I found your Blog several years ago through Reya, who talks fondly of good times you spent together many years ago. I have incorporated your concept of “the end game”into my life in the second half.

I wish we all knew (our culture) how better to support those going thru heartbreak.

I’m sorry I didn’t move beyond the thought of saying something to you. So, I’ll say to you now…….I wish there was something I could do to help/support you.

For me, writing is born of pain, and it also helps to heal. I hope that your work is also healing work for yourself.

Would you mind if I quoted you on my blog, with a link?