No news to report on the "situation" - I did get a long letter from daughter yesterday, though. Predictable, sad. She sure knows my buttons. I'll breathe deep before replying. She did request another copy of "rescue this child" poem - I can do that, easily.
Syd's recent post about Beauty prompted me to share this poem here that I ran across in 2005 while husband and I were in the mountains of Texas, and that I have been thinking of lately:
Ars Poetica of a Desert Dweller:
Soon I'll be speeding
Through a cement-sliced canyon
towards wages and work, a steel key turning
In a steel lock, but first I
on my way to the car
the better to see a needle-misted cactus
among broken rocks
crowned by a ruby-petalled star
smaller than a fawn spot,
intricate as a fugue. Tiny Flower,
fleck of fire, beauty indifferent
to indifference, teach me.
~ Laura Long