Dandelion field

Older boy is in the shower. My husband is still telling fantastic tales to younger boy who is luring away the hours by resisting sleep. I am still here listening to Leonard Cohen sing "Alexandra Leaving". Yeah, saying those damn goodbyes. Who knew you could do it courageously?

Sometimes, I stop in the middle of the blog entry and just listen to the lyrics and I'm in another time and place and it all comes back and there are tears behind the images and you know what? I really doubt you ever say goodbye to those you love.

In your mind there is a place that is reserved for the past loved ones and nothing uproots your presence in that place and your intercourse, continued and persistent with those loved beings. You are rooted there. No matter if the beloved has died or forever forbid you entry to his heart, you are rooted there like some sort of noxious dandelion weed unable to stop showering the field with a head of dandelion fluff and popping out popcorn style everywhere in the lost field of love.

So when I am sitting here, at the end of a long day with writing done and the song playing, I can just see the field and the dandelion heads swaying hypnotically in the wind and I am there in all those bits of green and white. I am the dandelion field where ghosts roam and where there is no way that I can be evicted.