I folded my hands, closed my eyes and whispered, “Mom, I know poetry isn't your thing, or at least the non-rhyming stuff I write, but if you're able, can you help me with a title?”
Less than a minute into the silence that followed, the words, “Love Story, Love Story, Love Story” echoed in my head with static edges, amplified and very much unlike any other thought I've ever had.
This communing with spirits for guidance is not a new thing, and many of my poems are written after asking any kind soul in the great beyond to lend assistance in helping me create, but to be talking to my mom in this way... surreal and yet somehow ordinary, a continuing conversation carried on now from two sides of the same reality, similar to and yet nothing like hanging out in the living room together tossing around ideas. In any case, regardless of an intense sadness that visits often, I am thankful for her continued presence in my life.
Before bed I wrote those two words, Love Story, to myself in an email. Next evening, quiet again, knowing the title was not yet complete, I allowed myself to meditate and ask no one in particular what the rest of the title ought to be. “A Walking Meditation” came gently but as a sure offer. I accepted.
Love Story: A Walking Meditation is a collection of poems I've written over the last two years as we've cleared most of our belongings, moved into an RV and cared for my mom through illness and finally her passing in July. The idea was born when, at the end of summer, my husband (who also doesn't get the non-rhyming poetry, and maybe not the rhyming kind either), prayed one day and felt strongly that I should gather and publish many of my poems as a book. That's a lot of help from the outskirts! I guess it was meant to be.
Two months later, as October was winding up, "Love Story: A Walking Meditation" became a reality, an
ebook with a beautiful cover and the truth of my journey gently framed in verse.
We're in the process of making physical copies available in the states.