Détente

Both love the top of the tree. Eleanor is learning to assert her priority. Zeppo learning that the camera is not a threat. It's a bit iffy at this point. The do get on, doesn't mean there aren't irritations and negotiations. She's returning to cuddle on me at night more, but it's not all night. Which is good, because it means she's chasing around with Zeppo. She leaned against the sole of my foot, then Zeppo came in singing for her to come play, after a moment, she did. Everything changes.

We continue to grieve, and laugh and cope.


i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)


E E Cummings.