Phone Calls with a Friend

Tonight I called GD (not G-D) and we talked for a long time about settling, traveling (she wants to settle and I’m ready to travel) and poetry. I miss those phone calls with her. Like me, she is a bit nostalgic for Florida. How did the hour talking with her go so fast?

We met San Diego for dim sum again. Back then, only one child existed among the six of us. Now, there are five children, and they all have opinions.

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It’s time to get back to poems for me. The trauma of August and September are behind me now (well, I await the result of one item). April and May and a part of August were delightful and full of poem writing and reading, and I want to get back to that mental space and clarity.

I enjoyed reading this:

I wholly believe that when we die, our energies reawaken in the memories of all those we’ve touched during our physical lives. The better a person we’ve been to as many souls as possible, the wider our heaven. The more we’ve hurt, the deeper the regret we’ll have to relive. Be kind to each other. Influence change. This is our purpose here and after.