The Shift

Frida Khalo, 1907-1954
Self-Portrait While Contemplating Death, 1943.
Centro Urbano San Fernando
Mexican Artist

To Whom It Concerns:

As of yesterday, I have been informed by my boss that I will no longer be able to post any new recipes, but I will be open for discussions, suggestions, and overall gluten free living tips, quips, and ease.

It appears my metamorphosis has come full circle, pervading the all and everything of my existence in much the same way Kafka’s title character is transformed into a cockroach. So too have I become that which has always been there, pulsing beneath my breast, in time to the four count rhythm of my heart, waiting for its moment to emerge; always when one least expects it.

So here we go, a new path has been laid at our feet and only time will tell what we see and do along the way. As long as there’s a hope for something “better than what came before,” I believe our horizons just might glow, in tandem, like two naked hearts, beating in time with one another, fading into the blackness of the night slowly dipping beneath the line of the sky with the weight of the sun.

Kindest Regards,

Karen Morgan

P. S. We all love and miss you, Andy, and hope your view is better than ours.

“Once is forever.”
-Andrew Ross Morgan, 2004

Paul Cezanne, 1839-1906
Still Life with Apples and Pears, 1891-1892.
The Metropolitan Museum of Art
French Post-Impressionist; paved way for Cubism.