Going for a Walk

No more.

Oh God Momma.

This morning is so, so, so beautiful. And there were three - maybe four, I'm not sure - beautiful birds, with I think lemon yellow bodies and black wings, perhaps? But they raced fast, fast, right past me, and over your grave, and off into the tree line. What were they? They were fast and they were lovely and how we would have talked about them ...

And oh how we would talk if we could go for a walk this morning ....

Those walks in Limberg Forest and down to the bridge by Island Home Airport ... oh Momma. What did we talk about on those walks? Nothing ... "deep" ... I think. We talked about birds and trees and how a house looked newly painted a different color along the way, and we'd talk about the river and the airplanes, and about the sky and sunsets and sunrises, and about people in the neighborhood and about the dog and about ... well we talked about the smallest things but in truth the biggest things, the most important things, in the universe. For we were talkinga about the Face of God, the Ikons of God.

Oh Momma Oh God how I miss you Momma

Oh God

Oh God

Oh Momma

Oh God