Estuary Peace
I have found your maternal spirit at the top of the Point as I breathe in the salty mist of the Delaware Bay estuary in Lewes. This is where I have landed. A place I do wish you would have ventured with me. I talk to the sea now instead of you. I talk to the creatures that I believe live in the sea deep within the confines of each ecosystem whether aquatic or in the forests. My conversations in the marsh I will share with you as it is my journey now.
The Lilac Thief Legacy
We would walk on the white beach of Marco Island with stale bread wrapped in a recycled red-and-blue polka-dot bread bag. We tossed hardened crumbs while droves of seagulls descended into my mother’s hands peeling shrills of joy. “Jennifer, get a picture of these maniacs!” My mother would laugh with complete abandonment. She would be encircled like a Hitchcock movie with seagulls eating right from her hands.
And Then I Was Happy
It was the late 1970s and I sat so young and gullible while a moderator caught a glimpse of my sorrow mirrored in the reflection of his warm brown eyes as I listened intently to words of mass emotional destruction. I wanted to sort out grief and identity issues, and so I enlisted in a weekend of minimal bathroom breaks, minimal sleep, and meditative moments where I traversed the galaxies into my own creative process.