To rustle with leaves
Emerge with flower
Run with waves
Immerse in ripples of mountain streams
To sip breezes – and whiskey
To hear silence
Taste light
Live metaphor
Feel being
To take this aliveness and let it
love in the goneness
Because goneness is illusion
Because love is never fading
Shadows, seasons shift patterns
moving joy
Goneness is my word - original I think - to describe that utter desolation of grief when someone dear to us journeys from this life to the next. The sorrow is palpable. The pain is physical. For me, it took a long time, years in fact, to frame my world in a gentler peace after my beloved one's death. And yet...I found...life slowly did emerge again. Just as Spring returns with fresh greenness. Just as the Moon comes again to her fullness. The goneness is illusion, a mere mist of veiling. I know the spirits are all around us with love that is always present. May it be so for you.
Original photo by Dorothy Barkley Bryson. iPhone5s. 27 February 2016
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