Just Breathe 

It can be as simple as walking outside and seeing the ladder there, rungs stretching up into the tree.

Or my lapis lazuli earrings. Chatting about Afghan men tromping over and beyond blue boulders on their way to chip off a bit. Stones flying across the world. The ears that wear them today. Hearing only silence. 

Sailboats. Swimming. 

Arabella. My father’s trophy. The images side by side.

Young eyes entranced by your gifts. You called her gorgeous. And she is. I’ll tell her you said so, one day.

Weedy dragons. Witty children. Opals. 

Morning glory. 

Morning glories.

Water. Water. Lovely water. 

Me, living in the wild with two little boys. You, raising two girls way out in the bush.

Facing southwest.


Waving across an ocean.

Smiles about. Meeting those certain ones who turn your life upside down, right from the moment you meet, even if it takes awhile to catch on that, indeed, your life has turned upside down. 

Those same certain ones who then turn you right side up. 

Make us want to be better. 

We each had that; recognized kindred hearts-in-love; our damn good luck.

Our failures.

Love of the wild. The bush. Noise, lots of noise, but no electrical hums, no racing toward deadlines. Peace. Elusive peace.

Mothers the exact same age.

More smiles. A few laments about lonely beds. Feet padding down the hall. 

When the article came out last month stating we with European DNA are all descended from ancient Belgians, I laughed out loud — then cried. I wanted to share it with you, make you laugh.

Only silence rings.


I must admit, my friend, dear Badger, I’m glad you no longer have need of warm toast. Nothing in the world pains you, nothing is making you bleed.


I’ve wished you the Happiest of Birthdays for years now. Today (it’s July 13th, now, in Australia), for this particular year, you’d be sent the requisite Beatles tune. The same farewell:

“Love to you and yours, and more to you.”

You are missed. 

When hummingbirds buzz by. When deer leap.

Kim Hunter Gamble / July 13, 1952 — February 19, 2016

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Comment by Boanerges on February 21, 2018 at 2:24pm

You'll always be Just Thinking to me, old friend.

Comment by Anna Herrington on February 21, 2018 at 6:11pm

Bo  : )

Re-read this comment thread for the first time today... thank you Rita especially, and everyone, for such lovely thoughts. 

Comment by greenheron on February 22, 2018 at 5:47am

Noticed this in the feed...it has been two years? This is how I noticed the truck stop, in the feed. Like the ocean during a storm, you could dive down below the chop, where the water was calm, and the rough water above seemed miles away. Not drowning...waving :)

Because of Kim, I always think of winter coming in Australia, while we are so eager for spring here. That, and bandicoots!

Comment by catch-22 on February 23, 2018 at 8:14pm

Bandicoots! All the adventures he shared and all the stories I got to imagine he could tell, dark and light. I love the idea of you and kim betrothing your children and then having to think it over but really never really taking it back. And all the children who will remember kim and teach their own children through his drawings and his books with Anna and others. I loved kim’s “Not drowning...waving” too, heron. And the way he could make the font go backwards or upside down when writing things like “in real life” or other oxymorons. Thanks for this space and to those who visit.

Comment by J.P. Hart on February 23, 2018 at 10:43pm

remember kim and teach

Everyone up on the peace train???

Comment by greenheron on March 2, 2018 at 8:30am

catch-22 was here....hi catch :)

Comment by catch-22 on March 4, 2018 at 12:43pm

Hello, heron!! rita, monkey, gentleman j.p.!! I’ve been thinking of all you especial east coasters...and the sea you see.

this one from kim feels like it fits well on this post about the past

present, future...here among this band

of the merry and the (f)actual only when necessary

coots ~

Comment by greenheron on March 4, 2018 at 1:04pm

catch I hope you don't mind I grabbed this for my desktop picture. I'd like to look at it again for a little while.

Combed thru and found Kim's and my entries to the OS pirate drawing smackdown. He beat the skirt off of me. Even though he never saw me, he still drew me better. I miss that guy!

Comment by greenheron on March 4, 2018 at 1:29pm

Comment by catch-22 on March 4, 2018 at 2:25pm

Yeah, kim drew you cool as fuck, heron. I remember that smackdown around when it happened and was floored before y’all even started drawing.

Is that skull ring in your pencil hand one of those hypnotiizing rings? What would we do without you drawing-painting-writer-teacher types and your general lack of angles? It’s be harder, I guess.

I hope you don’t mind me stealing your idea to grab kim’s Ladder and Tree painting for my own desktop picture

since I’ve already done so.


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