Writing of love...of love and family...of relationships and of mirrors. What seems to be missing..what I ache for and yearn for and know now, that there need not be a resolve for. Irrefutable in its strength of bond there is joy and sorrow in the greeting of eyes. In the familiarity of this gathered kin, we celebrate and we share stories from the ancient battlefield.To be with family is not contingent on sharing physical space in the same geographical location. I am with you family at every moment. Presently you are here, on rain dampened city streets and bridges, by the river..with wind and the soft deliberate flight of evening birds. Watching this beauty unfold together.
Together.
