This is our third visit and Lake Tahoe, you are still here. You glow like glass reflecting cobalt blue, aquamarine, vermillion seen like nowhere else. You are comfort, like a smooth skin, skimming over my body, washing away the powerlessness of realities one cannot face. I’m grateful I can surrender to you. Breezes bounce off my face and the pounding of gentle waves remind me that sound can be a friend. People talk of healing as if the world walks around with gaping wounds. This may be true but something I have not wanted to face. I help others and maybe it is their process of healing. Now it is my turn and the discomfort is unbearable. Maybe healing will not happen. This is a manner of thinking that is a stranger who crept in the night and stabbed my heart. 08/2013