It picks up, sometimes slowly at first, and builds, flicking around, rustling, crescendo, quicker now, and whips things from where they were. Or maybe where they were was just a temporary resting spot, in that metaphysical sort of way that life can take. Maybe those dreams, those possibilities, that DreamedLife, was waiting for the wind to take it to the next place, leaving space behind.
To say that death and loss are parts of the life cycle is obvious. However true, the actual experience of LifeLoss, or LifeTransformation, is something else. Something the body knows. The physical. The flesh.
Strong winds tonight; a lot of change. And also a strong intention toward blessedness and gratitude and spirit and Aliveness. The joy of Life punctuated by Loss. Letting go. Life passage.
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Writing in this semi-veiled diarist (diarrhea-ist?) fashion, yet ever-conscious of the privacy of those around me, can be slightly challenging when something really huge is happening in my immediate domestic proximity.* * *
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