This has been a year for learning about decline and decay and approaching death. Out of the loss I am trying to see the transformation of vital energy into a new form. I can't express it very well, but in the forest for that hour it made sense.
By six-thirty we had moved Dad into a shared room three doors down the hall. I have upset his tiny island world again. Gilligan and the Skipper will have to make him comfortable and secure again.
|On a lighter note I offer these Tammy Faye mushrooms in the haunted Muppet forest.|
© 2011 Nancy L. Ruder