I am presently living in my fathers former home of many years. It is a lake house he loved. A lake house in the middle of the City of Miami. Siren and beautiful out back, but with the roar of city traffic encroaching at the front. The tropical storms of summer have inspired me this morning to write this poem. Tell me what you think of my inspriation:

My Feast

I’ve set a table for you

And oh, what a fine table it is

Only the best for you!

The finest damask linens

The most beautiful sliver

The most delicate china

All only for you!

I’ve selected the finest of wines

The most succulent meat

The sweetest of sweets

All only for you!

The table is set at the front of the lake

The sunset spectacular

Your chair at the head of my table is set

All only for you!

My heart in a jar at the center is set

There waiting forever

All only for you!

Herena Naya de Saavedra

                   June 22, 2008

How many times on this journey I've thought, I have at least one good book in me. Now the opportunity finally comes and ... nothing seems as important as just being, just being present. I've just come from the road that takes both your parents away. The hardest good byes, the longest nights, the sadest days. There are only two choices here, feeling bad and not feeling at all. Still one goes on, little by little, on the hope that just a little further down the road there is something beautiful. There must be.