When tears came on Whidbey Island where I had moved to start my life over after my first wife of nearly forty years had died suddenly, I breathed deeply, rested a lot, and wrote my book of poetry Peach, Limestone, and Green.
I walked on a hallowed island where many have gone before, but I was not alone, crazy, or having a nervous breakdown. . . . My heart was at work, my soul awake and very much alive, and they helped me hear and bring to expression a song of love, hope and everlasting joy.
