Andree here. I'll be brief today, but I wanted to be sure to reach out to those of you checking in. So far everyone in the extended family remains well, and we hope that very same for all of you, with love.
So, random note: in the course of my time with a local bookshop, I've become really beguiled by First Peoples poetry. I particularly like that of the Pacific NW tribes, because it's immediate, and punchy. And for some crazy reason it makes me think of E. But this morning in my rush I can't locate any of my Haida or Tlingit favorites.
What I do have is this simple "Woman's Song" from the Blackfoot tribe (not PNW by a longshot):
Do not worry about me
I shall be eating berries on my way home.
And my mind's eye sees E, strolling "home," eating blackberries.
