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Back on the red dirt of Georgia
Much water has gone under the bridge
in the past week,
things swirling
and twirling inside me.
Pondering and processing
will have to wait
till I’m reacquainted with
a little something we like to call


And yet,
exhausted as I am,
I am struck with the
fragile threads of life
that connect us
and disconnect us.
Threads tangling and untangling,
twisting and crossing,
meandering and curving.
Threads dangling and raveling,
turning and stopping,
ending and beginning.


Lines and threads
that link us,
that connect us,
that bind us.


She is my developmentally disabled sister-in-law, Nancy,
and I am Jeanne, the woman who flat-out loves her.
Go here to start at the beginning and read your way current.
And there’s a pinterest board, too.