There is no change in Dad’s condition. He remains in a vegetative, non-responsive state. From time to time, he runs a fever and his breathing and pulse are labored. They say he is not in pain. We must just wait and pray. My husband had some thoughts to contribute today to my blog as we journey…
‘The Music of His Feet’: More Thoughts on Dad
Cats are stealth. They creep around the house without a sound and sneak up on you–without warning. For some reason, our old Siamese cat, “Promise”–whom we buried in Budapest, Hungary, a few years ago–could be heard walking across the kitchen floor, if you had ears to hear it. It was the kind of soft padding…
Update on Dad
Wayne just phoned from the hospital to give the report of the most recent brain scan. It seems that the bleeding in the brain has stopped. One doctor felt that Dad responded this morning slightly when he asked him to put “thumbs up!” Yesterday, he was completely non-responsive–not in a coma–rather a restless, dreamlike state….
Tapping Bird
For two days, a little, lost cardinal has been tapping on our front door, trying to get in. He certainly has been insistent. Tap, tap, rapping at our door. I quickly snapped this picture of the little lost creature. He flew away as soon as he saw someone inside, but he came right back….
Maine’s Coast
I wrote this poem on the craggy coast of Maine with the churning waves hammering against the ancient rocks.
haiku: scarlet leaf
A scarlet leaf stains my parched lips and quenches what is thirsty in me.
Solitude’s Sweet Cup
I wrote this poem in New England. We stayed a couple of nights in Kennebunkport. Our hotel was close to the beach. One morning I arose at dawn and walked to the ocean. After an hour of drinking in the seaside beauty and the solitude, I wrote this poem. Its memory is still vivid and its…
haiku: red oak in my backyard
In a previous post, I wrote a haiku about the Texas autumn and the lack of autumn leaves. Well, alas, here it is on the first week of December, my red oak in the backyard finally has red leaves! Of course, never mind that this Colorado girl is wishing for snow. I’ll take autumn leaves…
‘Setting Sail’
It is the holiday season, and everyone is thinking about holiday stuff. Very few are thinking about “Setting Sail ” right now. I am not sure Emily Dickinson was talking about just “sailing” either when she wrote this beautiful poem. Setting Sail Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, – Past the…
First Glow of Hanukkah
We lit the first candles of Hanukkah: the Shamash or the servant candle and the first candle of the eight nights. Then we played a game. The white-haired man in the middle lost the game. He lost really bad. Notice how unhappy he looks! He doesn’t like to lose. Nope not at all. Neither…
Bonnie Saul Wilks 