Answering the Survey

About Home Help
(a daily living support)
only makes me despair...

People don't understand my son
and perhaps I don't either.
As his mom, I have attempted
to translate behavior
into communication
for others throughout
his life. I should write that
new language out so that
more people could know him,
particularly after I am gone.

Is that possible?
Highly unlikely. Some things
simply do not translate.

- Nessa McCasey

ahhh, yes, the wonderful power of our own imaginings:

Imagining

by Deborah Rodney

What if God isn't a noun
to be empowered and worshiped
but a verb of creation
powered by love?

What if every single tree
drawn in primary school
is a sacred work of art
worthy of joyful notice?

What if our lives are built 
on a web of kindness,
a net, 
which holds everything living.

What if the rocks are alive
singing strength and courage;
vibrating
from our feet right up to our heart?

What if we loved ourselves
as deeply as the mountain
who, 
caressed by water,
surrenders herself
into sand?

What if our most loved,
intra-national pastime
is a game of entertainment
where we all win?

What if no one aspired
to be a millionaire
and money no longer had power
but was simply a means of tender-ness.

What if transforming our world
by imaging it
can 
actually make it happen?

And my own stanza, since I adore questions and believe in the power of the imagination to bring about miracles:

What if my mother didn't die
in that hospital bed, but rather
shifted form onto my skin
as I washed her body? (I carry her
with me
everywhere I go.)  - NM 2017 July 18