A second birthday comes around since you moved into another paradigm. Though raw and wobbly, I also feel steady. I feel you lift the breeze that I might learn to fly again. Happy Birthday Habibi. xxx
As we move through difficulties, through grief, we find a way to recreate ourselves. Albeit, slowly. A year after Kinan's passing I went to visit my darling Mom-in-law in Minnesota. Lake Phalen in St.Paul provided nature, nurture and knowledge.
A month shy of a year since my beloved transcended, and 13 years to the day since we first made love, this poem flowed out of me with tears, and for the first time, a glimmer of hope for the future.