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Another Ripple by Diane Allerdyce

  Image  |  Cottonbro Studio Another Ripple   Prologue: I told my children years ago that the Grateful Dead song “Ripple” sho uld be played at my funeral. Now, though, I would revise the words:  We  know th e way home. I’ll meet you there.   What do you think, my mother asks, gazing  out from her patio at  the lake behind her house: Is it wind that causes  those ripples, or is there a spring that feeds    the water from within? What’s amazing for me is her question ’s reach. What  does   make the water move? Which is it for the soul—laws that govern the heart’s vici ssi tudes, needs   erupting like volcanoes at the core, setting the surface to rumble? The truth is both, I tell her. Still waters respond.   Daybreak : a dappled scarf whose prisms  pour light and pattern, chop, silence, age and youth. Sunset:  desire’s and wisdom’s subtle bond. ©  Diane Allerdyce Diane Allerdyce Diane  is a ...

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