Friday, June 3, 2011


My husband picked the spot and its about as perfect as Reuben was perfect.

I sit on the stone my brother recovered from our dry creek and
I just rest there, fiddling with the wheel & pedal.
Just getting my head right.

I miss him so much. But I'm healing.

Shit happens.
Even on grave markers while the mourners are still fresh with grief.

Good thing my God has a sense of humor cause I need it right now.

I still cleaned it off though and replaced it with a curly branch.

Reuben's eternal resting place and my new spot to find some peace.

Wild Green Life
and Fragmented Light