Today, my body wanted to move, so I went to the gym. 

I came home, ate breakfast.

Worked on the obituary and sent it in after passing it by the family.

Visited the family plot to “tell” my parents what happened, to prepare them. We tidied the area, decorated it for fall. 

I picked up a handful of lovely acorns to add to my porch collection. 

My sister will be cremated. We are going to have a private family ceremony to inter her ashes, date TBD. 

There’s nothing left to do until then. 

So, as strange as it feels to move forward, here we go. 

Some of my poetry was published online today, and I want to share it. I mentioned before that it had been accepted. Here it is: https://thewritelaunch.com/2025/10/the-soft-apocalypse-alluding-perusing-and-outre/. 

I hope you like them. 

Interesting that the first one is about death. It’s a special one to me, so I hope you pay close attention to it, Dear Reader.

Tomorrow I am going to buy an herb growing kit that I saw in town. In this season of death, I’d like to see if I can bring forth life. I can try. 

I keep hearing my little sister singing this song from a movie I showed her when she was a child, The Little Prince. She danced around singing it for days.

You can see the clip here. https://youtu.be/jvqYlkzmpd8?si=fWfdCqJ88LE3OmbY 

The lyrics that haunt: 

Every grown-up was the same/uniformly they’d exclaimed/ I could see It wasn’t worth/ spending time with them/On earth/There were fewer in the sky/I decided I would fly

I think Cherokee decided she would fly this week. There was something so innocently magical yet wounded about her, wounds she wouldn’t let me touch, let alone patch up. She had unsurpassed storytelling skills. Some might call them tall tales, but I chose to see them as imagination at its most unfettered.

What now?

Now I write. I read the book for this coming week. I sit on the healing porch, I sit outdoors at cafes. I write myself back to life. Again. 

Dear Reader, if you do read my poems newly out, my comments section is open. Or consider dropping me an email. I’d like that. Of course if you know me IRL, that’s great, too. Your observation(s) are always welcome.