in times of great distress, I call to the wind, a friend, and constant companion when times are grim
less known than before, part of the paradoxical nature of love and loss, shown
as part of a life lived
in its myriad fabrics and textures, feeling them with zeal, I reel, and find a home in all that’s real…
no hiding, now exposed, raw, vulnerable, and ready to let go
of the pain, and sorrow, and simply sit in the magnificence of love in all its shapes, and sizes, bestowed…
I am at the Oregon coast this weekend, and it is beautiful. The above pic and poem were inspired by my time here, which I always treasure. Growing up by the ocean was a gift, and now living relatively close to the ocean once again fills my heart. Wishing you all a beautifully blessed Sunday, and coming week.