in the midst of a bustling, disorganized, busted flat kinda week, i’ve been given something lovely.
Little Monkies gave me this The Original Perfect Post Awards – March ‘07 for this.

be still my heart.

in prefacing her nomination, Fran wrote about the sorrows of April, and the strange coincidences and convergences of birth and death that are April to me too.  i’ve been ruminating on my own version of the grim and beautiful Eliot line about April being the cruellest month as it looms full of anniversaries for me…joyful ones, and ones of unspeakable loss.  but Fran has said most of what i was trying to weave words around, and with great grace.

and i am not quite ready to say more, except thank you to her…and to all of you…for listening.  here, i write what i cannot say anywhere else.  and in doing so, there is healing.

in blogging, comes spring.