Prayer for a Ten Speed Heart
Let the fire of my body
propel and warm me
and let each darkness
reveal its plenitude.
Let the hills
flatten under my wheels
and let the eloquent curves
yield up their good surprise.
Let my heart be obstinate
when I need to climb
and let my lowliest gears
restrain my spinning down.
Let there be flatland, too,
and into that glittering place
let me stretch with the heart of a lover,
at full speed, blind and intent.
Annette went on her eternal ride at 3 a.m. this morning. Her daughter Michel and husband Steve held her hands as she floated peacefully away, in her own bed, without interventions, as she wished.
Rest in peace, dear friend.
But most days I have a tough time having hope. I’ve lost so many beautiful people to this wretched disease. I am angry, sad, full of remorse, railing against god, if there’s such a thing. I am angry at the universe for taking good people and leaving such bad ones behind. I am angry that such cruel diseases exist.
Tonight I feel that hopelessness I’ve felt so many times when I learn of another friend’s fate.
“When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.
When it is over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.
I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.”
― Mary Oliver
A force of nature is losing her grasp on life…
Per Shy’s request (this is a different one actually). Looks better when brushed with egg and sprinkled with sugar. Although it looks very juicy, after a rest it’s perfect with ice cream or creme fraiche. The figs are from my parents’ trees.
Next up: a frangipane-fig galette and possibly a clafoutis. And a gorgonzola-fig-prosciutto galette with arugula, for lunch!