What do I gather? I gather the leaves after the flower petals have fallen, six months later, six months of going nowhere, and into the deep night, on the darkest nights to find comfort, perhaps a new idea to drop upon my head, and awaken me.

There at the beginning and only the beginning, eyes move fast because they must, can not fail at least for a while, to start or risk the worst and what hides in darkness, whose evil twists in front of broken glass, whose soul is broken.

I think my posts on the Bibas family somehow made it into Israel, and I am not comfortable in anyone thinking I am Israeli. I am an American. Of course I am upset over this event, and hope healing happens for everyone.

It has been hard for me.

He was walking past something..