We held our breath all day
that Wednesday after labor day
until the subject line read “Beth’s fine”
out of surgery and in ICU.
The clogged artery is clear.
She’s tough at nearly 90, we tell each other
while wait for her to return home.
Then we bring her soup
and walk with her around the block.
Last week I took her to an appointment
fallowed by tea and rhubarb pie.
Her eyes sparkled. Our Beth is back
our writing teacher will soon
return to her place in the Circle.
Then we learn while we were out
“they” broke in and took her
memoirs 90 years of living
but not her life.
Jewelery and money and the computer
were gone in a flash. No
it wasn’t backed up, her son feels so awful.
As we stand in shock and disbelief
allow Nancy Shaffer’s words
wash over our grieving hearts
“We need the gift of starting over, beginning
Again: just this constant good, this
*from Instructions in Joy
That’s what Beth does, she bring a us a poem to reflect on every week. Then to write as if our life depended on it. It works!
You might remember I wrote In Praise of Writing Groups a few weeks back. So this is our leader who was robbed of her life’s work but her spirit strong. As we walked around the block Sunday, she asks me to look at the blue sky. Then remained me how good it was that we stayed out for tea, because it would have been a lot worse if we had walked in on the robbery in progress. I thought I was there to take care of her but she was calming my fears. She takes her profession as teacher and bringer of peace to the world very seriously.
Dear readers what are the the lessons to be learned here? 1.Back up, back up, back up! (I email everything to myself) Does anyone know how permanent WordPress Posts are?
2.Your living, breathing, life is what is important.