Solitary Trek

She makes her solitary trek
to the ocean
like she always has

She no longer
conjures miracles
recites complicated
for another

She merely watches
begins to count
wave after wave
until the numbers blur
and she forgets
how to count
higher than one

She lets the crazy wind
and turbulent sea
wash over her
again and again
knowing one day
one day soon
she will become one
with all that is
for the last time

she lets it whisper
while she pretends
to listen

7 May 2018
Sussex Coast, England


Zen and the Art of Breast Cancer

Mostly, I’ve found a kind of calmness. I’ve been reading the Tao. Still, the cruelty of the current geopolitical climate can still send me reeling and I forget who I am for a bit. I forget to give Love because it’s all Love.

My surgery to remove the cancerous growths in my breast is on Tuesday. On Monday I have to go into the hospital briefly to be injected with isotopes for the sentinel lymph node removal. And then at the hospital at 7:30 am the next day.

I’m signing off social networking and the inter webs now so I can find my Zen and breathe it, be it.

Catch you on the flip side.


In the meantime, here’s a pretty photograph of the Pacific on the Mendocino Coast of California from 2012.