All things

Last night I slowly came downstairs after a period of quiet sitting - and cooked grilled butternut squash and parsnip, with raisons and crushed walnuts... and raised my glass of red wine to the connectness of all things, and all continuance:

'What I loved in my old life
I haven't forgotten
It lives in my spine...

The days of kindness
It rises in my spine
and it manifests as tears
I pray that a loving memory
exists for them too
the precious ones I overthrew
for an education in the world' - LC