Little Deaths

I haven’t written a blog in quite some time. I have been dealing with some physical issues, which have been distracting. I have also been in one of those fallow times when the inspiration to write just hasn’t been there.

Last week I was introduced to a marvelous poet, Chelan Harkin. Her book of poetry, Wild Grace is a mystical and deeply moving compilation of work that touched my soul. I wish that I had her way with words. Her book opened something in me, that made me want to write again. And it made me want to write poetry.

As a woman in her seventies, I am facing my own mortality. The physical losses, the little aches and pains, the effort to do things that used to be easy – all have made me aware of the limited time I have left on this earth. Today’s poem reflects the little deaths that make me so aware of the big death to come.