If any words can make you revisit grief, sigh and smile within the same sparse page, or long to write better yourself - it might be Rachel Joy Welcher's in her book Two Funerals, Then Easter. She is an author, another skilled one, who says so much with so few words. This 'collection of poems' reads like a journal.
I'm reminded I wrote a journal. He left me, though in a way different from how he left her, but such shared emotions are universal, and she reminds us of that.
Yellowstone, the televised series, continues to mesmerize in picturesque and intense ways. For me, none stronger than the father-daughter scene in the episode, Under a Blanket of Red. Those few moments in that master bedroom boasting of fire and whiskey, were so moving that W and I have repeatedly watched.
The slow, rich dialog set us out to find Gretel Erhlich's book, The Solace of Open Spaces. Maybe we'll read it together, albeit in a fenced yard by a chiminea fire. That is, after all, often where we each, or together, find solace.
The Tender Bar is a book I speak of often, and often to bartenders themselves. Many people seek solace at bars. I've done that myself, in hours of grief as painful as Welcher describes. These days, these wonderfully joyful days, the bars find me with others, sharing laughs and bottles of wine.
I was thrilled and drawn to share that J R Moehringer's coming-of-age memoir is now a film.
Cheers!
