When I left him last night there was an angsty feeling we wouldn’t name. This morning I was awake at 5am knowing he was putting a small bag with toothbrush and a change of clothes in the trunk of his car and heading to the hospital. We did talk about that part, but not a lot. Instead, I told him how the pear blossoms blew across the road thick as a blizzard as I drove south on Metcalf. This slowed me down. That’s why I was late. That’s why I forgot my business cards and got lost. He reminded me that all who wander are not lost.
Mostly, we discussed faith and doubt . . . how fear and anger and regret propagate more of themselves in proportion to the energy we feed them . . . that only Love itself can teach us how to love.