I’m writing in reference to an assignments’ reflection questions…how has COVID 19 effected my mental…
the ramblings of the girl and the truck driver. leaving day
The truck driver:
Sunday drivin away from home into the wide open.
Wyoming places, snow fences, antelope and distance.
I washed the truck last week, now it’s covered with bugs.
Before I leave she says, “you’re sweaty, you should shower before you go, you’ll be more comfortable.â€
I don’t think so. I smell like garden, burning pine needles, bee hive and her. I’ll be alright with that for a few days.
Ran into my son, Matt, at a rest area in Ft. Collins on my way north. Bid him farewell, he’s off on an adventure to Mongolia tomorrow.
Isn’t that next to Siam?
The girl:
The unsettled feeling in between letting go of his hand and landing back in my world with without him.
That’s a little what leaving days are like.
Lots of wandering and looking. Social media further unsettles.
It is not for my landing.
Weather too hot to be outside, I spend time in my studio. It feels cerebral.
Mostly it’s just wandering and looking…feeling the traces of him wherever I go. His spirit is lingering today. It wanders and looks with me.
I bit of a whirlwind and then gone…was it a dream? No. I see evidence all over. I think about each minute…cherishing them. When we’re lucky…we have 8 days a month together.
Valuable. Important. Wonderful. Fun.
I run through the sprinkler and lay on the clover in the shade and stare at the sky.
I let leaving day keep me suspended…honoring. My life will barge in soon enough demanding
my attention, my mind, my thoughts.
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