..

Everything lately seems to be coming up winged for me,

for us.

The days flying by,

the giddy heights and sharp downward swoops of learning how to parent...

the upward resurrection of a joy that just a few short months ago was

seemingly cut off by the loss of Jones...

It still hurts deep in my solar plexus when I think of him -

how gentle and curious he always was when children came into our home

hovering near but far enough away to escape their squealing clutches

returning again and again to see and smell...

The hearts are ours, it would seem

The wings,

our blessings.

A house so steeped in sadness has found its savior

and I cannot help but create from this place

where hurts are healed with a coo

and ordinary things are steeped in wonder;

eyes learning to focus

waking to the sweetest breath on my cheek

gentle lamplight in the wee hours of the morning

by whose glow the smallest among us dines...

He who flew to us from the source of All....

Our Orion!!!!

xoxo

A