has come a bit undone
with a madly unexpected middle of the night trip to the hospital
with my very ill sister
preparations and phone calls,
tests and tubes and beeping
sitting and being
in the ugly rooms of the place of healing.
my life on hold
while i attend to what's not only necessary
but is my sacred privilege.
but oh, it is exhausting work.
she is bettering, her far flung children are
winging back. (one through the mad floods of colorado)
makes me think
about some of jude's recent words
focus. spectrum. listening deeply.