We had our first run since the half (eleven days ago, now) – 30 minutes of uphill – oh joy, and then we got to run back down – glorious views – enervating run. Here are some pics to balance yesterday’s words, along with a portion of Patrick Kavanagh’s 25 page poem, The Great Hunger:
Early in the morning, 31 years ago, Jacob wanted to be born. It took much of the day. He was born September 10, 1981. One time when he was a teenager, I got a call that he was being transported to Duluth, MN, by ambulance with a “head injury” from a ski hill community aContinue reading “1981”
May the wind loosen all tautness. May the salt air cleanse. May the sand give certainty. May the rainbow remind of God’s presence always and always.