Tuesday, April 5, 2011


Evelyn: And he emerged... little cactus man, from the depths of her center, swimming up for a breath. She reached to bring him back in, but he would not imagine it, he could not fathom it, he stood instead exhausted and defiant against her red and white temptations. Standing on the precipice, he stretched out his arms to embrace his experience, weep over what remained of their entanglement, and celebrate the beauty of what they had created. [Amaryllis with hidden arachnid.]

Monica: We got up just before 6:00 a.m. in order to beat the rush-hour traffic into San Francisco on the way to the airport. I parked the car and accompanied her all the way to the security checkpoint, where we lingered till the last possible moment, hating to say goodbye. When she finally disappeared into the terminal beyond, I headed for home. As I drove across the Golden Gate Bridge, I glanced at the clock and saw that her plane would be taking off in two minutes. I decided to pull over at the scenic area just north of the bridge to take in the view of the city. It was such a beautiful, clear, sunny California morning. A morning to break the heart of anyone leaving home, not knowing when she will return again. I visualized a blue bubble of safety around her plane and blew a kiss to the tiny planes taking off in the distance. One of them was hers. Farewell, my friend. 

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