her chair

 

 

 

 

 

very sick, my mother spent the last few months of her life in a nursing home.  each time I’d visit I’d find her propped up in a chair by the nurse’s station.  one day I asked “what are you doing out here, mom?”

 

  “I’m waiting to buy my ticket,

so I can get on the train.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

november

 

 

 

 

 

the month of letting go

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

within

 

 

 

 

 

Staying on the surface all the time is like going to the circus and staring at the outside of the tent.

 

~ Dave Barry

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

on the side streets

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Woodstock, Vermont

 

Roger, originally from Brooklyn, NY, was stranded in Woodstock when his car broke down fifty years ago. He never left.

Roger lives with his dog, Pepe

and is one mean pickleball player.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

metamorphosis

 

 

 

 

 

“I give you this to take with you:
Nothing remains as it was. If you know this, you can
begin again, with pure joy in the uprooting.”

 

 

~ Judith Minty