Dearest Friends,
Another moment, another season gone by. Another slow turning of the great Wheel.
Yesterday the second year anniversary of my beloved's death swept over me like the cool north wind he once was in my life. Four little dogs ocumpanied me as I journeyed to the spot where the ashes of his body have long since merged with the beauty and mystery of this place.
Somehow it does feel like a turning point in my life, a final letting go. Not of memory or love, but of the futile grip on what can not be undone, held back or contained.
Our drive was serene and magical with a bit of sun, a bit of clouds, and the trees just beginning to glow with autumnal finery.
The road is a long gravel lane that winds through state forest land with little teasing glimpses of reedy bogs and water along the way. At the end the scenery opens out to the vista of a large lake on the Wisconsin river. A waterway about which Rick used to say, "Did you know that if you were to follow the course of that river you could travel to anywhere in the world?" A fitting place for his final release.
As we walked on the red-gold sands of the empty beach, with a lone gull floating on the water and the smell of wetlands and oat grasses carried faint on the breeze, I was reminded of long ago walks by the sea.
Words came, drifting like music on the wind...
Somewhere between the end of what has passed,
and the beginning of what lies ahead,
we are gathered like clouds before a storm,
God-made to run the untamed edge of destiny...
Another moment, another season gone by. Another slow turning of the great Wheel.
Yesterday the second year anniversary of my beloved's death swept over me like the cool north wind he once was in my life. Four little dogs ocumpanied me as I journeyed to the spot where the ashes of his body have long since merged with the beauty and mystery of this place.
Somehow it does feel like a turning point in my life, a final letting go. Not of memory or love, but of the futile grip on what can not be undone, held back or contained.
Our drive was serene and magical with a bit of sun, a bit of clouds, and the trees just beginning to glow with autumnal finery.
The road is a long gravel lane that winds through state forest land with little teasing glimpses of reedy bogs and water along the way. At the end the scenery opens out to the vista of a large lake on the Wisconsin river. A waterway about which Rick used to say, "Did you know that if you were to follow the course of that river you could travel to anywhere in the world?" A fitting place for his final release.
As we walked on the red-gold sands of the empty beach, with a lone gull floating on the water and the smell of wetlands and oat grasses carried faint on the breeze, I was reminded of long ago walks by the sea.
Words came, drifting like music on the wind...
Somewhere between the end of what has passed,
and the beginning of what lies ahead,
we are gathered like clouds before a storm,
God-made to run the untamed edge of destiny...
Love and Blessings...
SvG
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