Hanging On

It is International Babylost Mother’s Day today.


I’m sorry to talk to you in L’Engle, but sometimes that is the way my mind works.

The loss of Luke was very much a victory of the Echthroi.  I’m fighting the shadow, but it is still there. My light is dimmer.

Practically, this means my interest in the everyday has waned.  I just don’t care about everything the way I used to care.  If a webpage takes just a little too long to load, I close it.  If something in the house is in my way, I throw it away.  I just don’t care.

I’m bad about returning phone calls.  Actually, I am bad at initiating phone calls at all.  If I don’t return an email immediately, I never get to it at all.

I guess what I am trying to say is thank you to my race that knows Joseph, to my kindred spirits, to my brothers and sisters in the Old Music.  Thank you for hanging on with your fingertips.