The Daily Boost #677
How does the light fall upon your bed?
THE MAN WHO DECIDED TO SEE Jack Ridl And so he began. And for the first time saw the boy whose bicycle sped by his porch, then the yellowing leaf on the back step. He saw a cloud bank in his rear view mirror, and followed the winding glide of the crack in the sidewalk he took to the grocery where he saw the woman in the bakery look down, then touch her eye; the way his wife’s hair spread across her shoulders in the photo on the top of the television, the picture’s frame chipped in the lower left corner. Stars; the moon; the scarred cutting board: the way the light fell across the bed. (as found at this link) (My thanks to Jack Ridl, via Scintilla.)
The Gentle Nudge
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What a lovely invitation and reminder to see what is around us...he miracle of the organization of matter and spirit...their connection and ours. thank you
This is so beautiful and delicate—I read it as a coming out of grief, or rather, a widening of vision to accommodate both grief/ loss and the possibility of reconnection to the world.