My Monday post is coming a bit late this week–almost missed it. I made a trip to Rapid City, gone for a week, and came home to a frosted garden, yellow leaves on the trees, and a lonesome husband. Here are the highlights in shorthand.
Long, yellow prairie, dry, dusty, sun-tipped,
Looming Black Hills, Rapid Creek running through.
Sacred place to the Lakota People.
Sacred place to all who live here.
Saturday morning, a walk into the mind, how do we stay our age, find voice, stand strong, move forward, see God in each other, go for the gold.
Saturday afternoon, to craft a life from the raw materials of learning, suffering, play.
Sunday. A deep dive into that mysterious place–the soul of the family.
A circle forms, the request, the representatives,
the moving through the knowing field
to find peace, resilience, rest, resolution.
Answers to questions.
Do we cause our own illness? No
Is a sperm donor a real father? Yes.
Can India love a missing daughter? Yes.
Can a symptom be connected to our family or origin? Yes?
Can we find healing in tears and love? Yes.
Can we find safety in a room full of strangers? Yes.
Can we find our core of connection in a room full of strangers? Yes.
Can we reach out, touch each other across the room? Yes.
Can we cry together? Yes.
And then, a cabin in Canyon Lake Park, clients, sunshine,
a frigid dip in the creek,
Supper with family, with friends, with someone new.
A jigsaw puzzle, a cable movie, a good sleep and some bad food.
Get in the car, pick apples, drive home.
How was your week?
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