Friday, June 19, 2009

slightly worldless Friday

a rather energetic little virus is wending its way through the Imperfect home, and has just hit me. So, here's an image or two, in lieu of words.

Well, mostly in lieu of words, anyway. 

My grandmother's hospital was a solid half-hour walk from where I was staying, and it was a nice walk in the Melbourne autumn. Not too cool, not too hot, and with surprisingly un-autumnal images, to this New Englander's eye. Walking the route, 2-4 times per day, I began to understand the Man's fondness for walking home from work - a quiet walk did much to settle my humming brain. I felt surrounding in a little envelope of focus, of motion and eventually, clean of thought. Ready to just, oh, be.

Which was more or less what I needed to arrive, though inevitably, my momentum would sputter out on the edge of the sidewalk, state of mind or no. A deep breath, squaring of the shoulders and in I'd go. Carrying the touchstones of my walk with me.




taken on this day, when indeed, her fingers uncurled. Mine didn't - but I was less ready than she.

2 comments:

katrina said...

I'm really sorry to hear about your grandmother. My grandmother died almost a year and a half ago. We were very close, and it has been hard. I hope that you will find comfort in your memories and in talking about her with your family and others who loved her.

Julia said...

I was not expecting that last shot. Heartbreaking for the knowledge, but gorgeous for the love and the closeness, the familiarity. Those hands have obviously had quite a life.


And that first shot? Just wow.