A Vote for WY

Listening to the wind…

The fire rages again.
The earth isn’t happy, she’s on fire after all.

I see the fires burning in my friends.
Wanting to help blow the prevailing winds another way.
” How can we help?”
The masses cry:
“What can we do?”
“Stop,” I say. “Be still. Listen.”

Stop.

Listen to the wind.
Stay strong, upright.

I am stronger because of you.
Wind clears my head and spirit. A big, dust out of the closets sorta thing.

Finding my path clear.
My journey.

Together.
Feel the fire.
Embrace the wind.
Be the light at the end of the tunnel. The god damn tunnel.

Breathe deeply.
Hold your head high.
Fly in the wind.
Enjoy the dance, like a kite in an ocean breeze.

In Stereo

I never took chemistry.

My locker during a of year of high school was right across from Rogers room.

We became hallway friends, and later, bonded over chocolate and The Grateful Dead.

As it turns out, he was also friends with my husband, through different means.

For our wedding, he gifted us a 3-D view of life and living.

I like to think he and my dad are enjoying great conversations together, wherever they are…