bridge
Calliope stretches on her mat.
“What would we do with-oww-t her?” Tal whispers to Nia.
“You’d still be stuffed in the closet —” Nia whispers back, “and I’d be wearing us down to a nub. She makes it possible — to forge the ever changing river — with grace.”
I will not serve my weakness.
I will serve my purpose.
~Mother Cabrini
No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.
~Heraclitus
A note from LoveLetterist:
There's news!
My friend (and fellow writer) Jay Armstrong and I have teamed up to create One Line, One Love -- A podblog where writers are encouraged... one line at a time.
It's early days.
We're learning.
We're experimenting.
Our first episode is scheduled to hit the streets... TOMORROW!!!
You can check us out right here on Substack.
onelineonelove.substack.com
We invite you to be a part of our community.
Do you have a writer within...
giving you sad eyes...
and asking to be unleashed?
That stretch is well chosen to prevent broken angel wings. I can’t begin to imagine what a cast for such a delicate appendage might entail! To hear Joe Cocker’s voice is delightful. That takes me back a few years. 😉
Mother Cabrini’s name promoted a search as I saw a possibility that she was the person for whom the Cabrini Green housing project was named. Nope. She was active in Chicago helping Italian immigrants with education and founded orphanages. She founded The Columbus Hospital in which she later died.
Just one question: when did Tal and Nįa abdicate their roles as active and contributing members of the Muses? So Cal is left to carry the weight for all three? (I see Nįa and Tal standing on her. And looking very small.) Sigh!
Oh! It occurred to me that the wee ones may be ill. I’d recommend brewing a batch of Boneset tea, sweetened slightly with Maple syrup. 😉