An ending and a beginning

I like to tell anecdotes when I write on Easy Fiend -- tales that flow through a beginning, middle and end. But I haven't written much lately because I haven't been seeing the poetry that flows through life that allows me to turn it into stories; I've just been living. Not that it's a bad thing. Some parts are great, particularly the ever-deepening relationship with my daughter. Last night, we walked to the beach to watch the weird algae blooms that have turned Redondo's coast bright green and it was one of the most tranquil, happy nights of my life. But it was part of a new-found existential groove I'm in, the moral of which escapes me, so I have no wise or clever tales for you right now.

That said, today is both my daughter's birthday and the day my divorce is official. I do see the irony in that. I have a tiny, gold baptism bracelet with my name etched in it that my daughter liked to wear until she outgrew it. I plan to sell my wedding ring and use the gold to add links to the bracelet, so she can continue to wear a part of me through whatever life hands her.

Okay, so maybe I do still see a little poetry from time to time.