May I never not be frisky,
May I never not be risque.
May my ashes, when you have them, friend,
and give them to the ocean,
leap in the froth of the waves,
still loving movement,
still ready, beyond all else,
to dance for the world.”
– Mary Oliver, Devotions.
Audio. I read Mary Oliver’s Prayer.
Sometimes, Maria gets to sing to the barn cats, Flo and Minnie. She has songs for each of them. Carol Johnson says that Bud likes to chase cats. Gus tried to chase Flo once, he didn’t try it twice.
Ed might hang out around one of his wind chimes, we planted Morning Glories after he died, and they are growing around the chimes. Like Ed, they make their own wind.
I don’t believe in ghosts even though I’ve seen a few, but sometimes I do think Ed is visiting, he was here checking up on his Tin Man this morning, whose broken arm dangles by his side. I doubt we will ever fix it, and we’ve decided to keep him right where he is, not only for the Open House but for us.
Ed probably hangs around sometimes, to annoy me about things that need to be done that I don’t how how to fix.
