someday the waves.

poetic thoughts flow when one weeps. the hugs of soothing music makes the breathing pattern happen slower. lilfe comes and goes. we celebrate. somehow we even can continue on. family reunites to celebrate a life now lost. tears swirl down a checks crescent. painting becomes a meditation a way to escape. hugs fill from every which way. words of kindness come. a book will flow into the imagination after such a long absence. to Iowa we venture, so many memories of when I was a little lass. Going to the pool, movies, laughter, card playing. Its just done. done. done. done. done. done. done. done? The cycle of life is something that most fear or try to avoid. why is it when someone is not spirited, we only then see what becomes important. When we have to look into a casket it is then that you realize you never connected with a persons body, but their soul. Because you stand there looking and seeing something so lifeless, that you for 22 years only saw full of life.

it is the soul that holds all the beauty. now the soul has flown away.

Namaste.

off to Iowa today. back sunday.