… As it should
I carry you in the crinkle of my eyes, the dimple in my chin and the black hair that was the bane of my existence in the blonde, blue-eyed, first generation Supermodel days.
I carry you in whistling down cardinals, orioles, hawks and doves. In singing with the Celtic lilt that connects me to highlands and heather.
I carry you in kindness, charity and fairness. In love thy neighbour and in having the courage of my convictions.
I carry you in the tides and oceans that I know as intimately as my own heartbeat and in the sailor’s knots that can be made with both rope and lives.
I might write again. I might not.
But life does go on and so damn quickly…
I intend to not squander one more second of it.
20 October 2015