Apple Butter

This year has brought several deaths of friends my age--something new for me for the most part.
Joe, my friend and sandplay therapy colleague and consultant's wife, Doris, died last Thursday night

Doris was a "salt-of-the-earth" type of person.  She was close to the earth and thoughtful and no-nonsense.  Doris had been busy making apple butter this fall, gifting it to her child's restaurant and to others.  Apple butter is one of my favorite things, especially spread on top of toast with peanut butter--yummy!  Joe had brought me a jar of her delicious apple butter at the first of this month.  How lucky I am to have received one of her last jars of apple butter.

Here is a poem I wrote in honor of and memory of dear Doris.

Apple Butter

Like apple butter, she was brown and earthy;

Like apple butter, she was sweet and tangy;

Like apple butter, she was smooth and deep;

Like apple butter, she went well with everything;

Like apple butter, she enhanced whatever she was near;

Like apple butter, she was a wonderful gift;

Like apple butter, she belonged to Nature and Spirit,

and it is there she returned, merging with Consciousness.