Wednesday, May 17, 2017

New York missive no 148 - Today

There's never complete peace. In a quiet park you can let your mind drift and for a moment all will be still. But birds chirp, dogs bark, car breaks squeak on a nearby street and the wind blows.

You could call these distractions, or alternatively the necessary interruptions that keep us present. Without them the knowledge of the emptiness behind us and ahead of us would be too much to bear.

Today Mum died.