Mama Cece I wish you were in that first photo. Every time I look at it I imagine that you are. Some how you sit up and peak around the corner at me. Smiling wide, you lip sink you love me. I think of home often, sleeping on the blow up bed, deflating, or the couch, leather drenched in animal, messy. Your wishing me goodnight, and telling me not to stay up too late. Somehow your words provoke me to do just the opposite. Staring through the skylight all night, watching the light change full circle. The dog pack rushing in waking me from this rebel against sleep, meditation. Daddy the leader, in the evenings, when work is done, sliding into sleep as he slides further and further into his chair. His hands on the edge of his lazy boy. The puppies wake him with their feet, demand for loving attention. It is never refused. Daddy always gives. His love abounds the room. It stretches down the street. It surrounds me like a big iridescent bubble that cannot be popped. I feel it here. I'm in it now. I will always be.
There are people in your life I hope that give you this feeling.
I am lucky to be surrounded by love and the love giving of many. Animals, we share that love with one another. We dine off of it. It inspire us and we thrive because of these sustenance. Even though many I love and who love me are three thousand miles away, I still sit with them at the table of devotion, loyalty, care, respect and appreciation every moment of everyday.
