“The universe is transformation.”
― Louise Erdrich
The art of living well and the art of dying well are one. ~ Epicurus
I need to write about my friend fighting cancer but I am not. The fall leaves are golden and she still makes me laugh. There will be a time to write and to remember. Now is for being silly and making crafts together like joyful children. Now is for tracing leaves onto felt and for teasing. Tomorrow will be tomorrow.
Went up a ladder barefoot to train climbing roses. Thorns, vertigo, and a headache from the sun. Pink peach tree blossoms the chant to be present even in the unpleasant moments.