The poetry can’t end.

Normally, unless I must pre-schedule a post, I write in the morning.

Today’s post was written on Saturday night after I learned of some terrible news. An old friend of mine may leave the planet by morning, certainly within the next day or two.

She is an artist, a painter. She is one of the few who actually made a fairly good living from her work.

It seems that her liver failed midway between her old home in Santa Fe, New Mexico and her new home on Bainbridge Island, Washington. She became ill in Salt Lake City, Utah, while she was in transit. There are other details, but they don’t really matter. Nothing earth-shaking.

This whole thing terrifies me. Between work, pleasure and moving, I’ve managed to travel a lot. As I’ve aged the thought occurred to me, “what if, what if, what if?” I’ve gotten sick on the road. I’ve even taken a trip to the hospital in Thailand. But, it wasn’t serious. My hospital trip cost all of $12.63 and that included two additional visits for bandage changes. It was a blister on my foot that went south. I always tell people to test their equipment before they travel. That includes new shoes.


What if?

I guess you can’t worry about that. Or, you can. As you get older, you should think of it. Maybe not dying, but getting sick while you are traveling. And, what you will do about it. That’s just good planning.

Green. The color of peacefulness and rebirth. It’s my little offering along with a picture that I’ve yet to make. Tomorrow at a second line. Because as you know, the work is the prayer. Actually, I have to make two. That’s another story.

Have a good thought for my friend. The outcome won’t change, but the passing might be a bit better.



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  1. I am always a bit paranoid with travelling – wont fly in case the plan crashes. Cars – wont sit in the back seat if I can help it. Trains – first class so I don’t have to end up with all the cases on my head if we take off the rails! I know you cant plan for everything, but I take pills and bits and if staying away for awhile with car – first aid kit and I used to take snow shovel, blankets and hot soup in the winter. But shocking when people pass away in midlife or when away from home. When I stuck a piece of wood through my finger recently, I found the whole French operation a bit too much…so different from what they do in UK. Efficient but unknown. Also hitting 51, and mum passing, mortality has been hovering about lately and got me thinking about health, stress and loving life. I still find it hard not to argue about the silly stuff. Life is too short and
    sometimes it can really
    be… Too Short.


    • That’s pretty extreme. We travel a lot using all modes of transportation. It’s either that or never go anywhere.

      I think you just live on day at a time. That’s really all you can do.

      Are feeling better? As far as your mom’s passing goes, take your time, be good to yourself and cry or scream when you need to.


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