We are back. And after a few days of trying to help, I am BLANK, empty. I need a minute to catch my breath. Nevertheless, I am committed to being there, and I SHALL keep on. When it comes to helping those we love, I admit there is a holy GRAIL: some ideal of perfect familial love. In truth, all we can do is show up, be trustworthy, and hold the space for whatever is needed. I try hard to remember that it doesn’t have to be perfect, that our best efforts can AVAIL In any case, being in person is so much better than text or EMAIL. How else can we share memories, laugh at remember silliness from years ago, or remember the little QUAIL who lived in the backyard?

Georg’ann

EXTRA moments to sketch
potted PANSY or dried bouquet
Maybe little boy in profile
with his regal nose, wavy bangs.
Pencil for the child and me.
His mother works in CHALK.
New forms for future installations.
White vase on light wood
holds a single QUAIL feather.
Peace lily lush, multi blossomed.

Heather