Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I ask Stella, "do you still want to go?".
Each time she says yes. Each time we both well up.

Sunday I was listening to some 60's tunes on the satellite and the Mama's and the Papa's came on, singing "Dedicated to the one I love". I bawled my eyes out for hours, cleaning the house.
"....each night before you go ta bed my baby...
ooooo oooo.....
whisper a little prayer for me my baby......"

She's leaving a week from Saturday and really, it's all good but it's so terribly beautifully sad. My whole chest wells up. Emotions so strong I can't believe it. I'm awed by them, they're like these big waves. I just ride them, fall into them, there is a sort of ecstasy in the shattering.

This is all so new and yet ancient.

I hold steady, suspended in the impending twilight zone of who am I without her here needing me......
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"Baby baby its a wild world
I will always remember you as a child, girl"

Spiderwoman used to play that song for her daughter when she was letting go of her.


She was so worried when her daughter was reaching the independent age of 13 or 14, trying to impart a little wordly caution to her.


I can only imagine what it feels like, I hope you are holding up okay.

hest...i didn't see this until now.. i'm not doing that great keeping up with the internet right now... i will email you .. hang in there .. love to you and stella