Friday, February 11, 2022

PVA, my dear

 February 11, 2022

My dear, long love, Pat,

I didn’t realize till a couple of days ago, when listening to Whistle Down the Wind Youtube, by Joan Baez, that in my heart mind somewhere the three of us, at least, are together. Thanks also to Tom Waits for the lyrics.

I was on the freeway and outward bound there was something about the title track that knocked me off track. I got up, dusted myself off and had a little cry.

Soon after the freeway moment I wrote the poem "Okay". I think it’s for you. I did not know that until right this minute. Surprise to me, too. 

Joan Baez has sung me to tears since her first album. I am by no means a collector but … there are always those songs; So we’ll go no more a’rovin’, Diamonds and Rust, And the band played Waltzing Matilda … honestly I’ve missed lots of her career.

Anyway, it occurred to me, finally obvious, that whatever days there are, may they be gently invested with fierce love, focus, and powerful living.

It seems as though I may have been light, cute, and amused, when suddenly the wish to create moments and share them, whispers seductively.

Blessings ever,



Joan Baez Final studio album 

Whistle Down the Wind, by Tom Waits

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