today, august 27, is extra special.
i pulled a surprise for a colleague-friend, lianne.
jaja surprised us with cakes in return for the birthday surprise we set up for her.
i made sturdy a wobbly friendship.
i read aloud a prayer, a poem by e.e. cummings, and a couple of poems by rainer maria rilke, not for any audience but for myself—my fatigue-ridden, scolio-trodden, but still cheerful self.
i talked to God today. He listened and is waiting.
today is extra special, a chancing melody that bears as much weight as a child in my arms: heavy as pounds of load but light as a wish.
in the words of cummings, i carry these in my heart, i carry people like them in my heart.