It's difficult to believe that today marks the 20th anniversary of my mother's passing. I feel her presence deeply still. She was a gentle, loving mother dedicated to all her family. Her goodness, her joy, her laugh and her constant love has been passed on to her children and her grandchildren. Her spirit lives on in all of us.
The Journey:
Above the mountains
the geese turn into
the light again
painting their
black silhouettes
on an open sky .
Sometimes everything has to be
inscribed across the heavens
so you can find the one line
already written inside you.
Sometimes it takes a great sky
to find that small, bright
indescribable
wedge of freedom
in your heart.
Sometimes with the bones
of the black sticks
left when the
fire has gone out
someone has written something
new in the ashes
of your life.
You are not leaving.
You are arriving.
-David Whyte
from the House of Belonging
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