…There has to be a language….a way through grief, a guide for the heart.
Notes and love coming through as I reach for materials that feel right. They are all the delicate ones in these tender moments….like waves on a quiet shore, washing, one after another, over my heart.
The voice of my future calling me from images on the table now. ….an intimate language of shapes and textures tethered to deep, internal places lit only by trust.
The loss of a soulmate throws us into deep waters, makes us swim when we are spent and throws us onto the sand of a new island home before we are ready.
‘Go forward’ the voice says…..even one step at a time. ‘Take care and go forward with sunscreen and good shoes’…..the voice says.
You have always been my tether, as I sailed into the skies....always bringing back stories to share. Now, as I head out with my new kite in hand, the voices I had always thought were others…are now familiar as my own.
A gift I can only repay going forward with deep gratitude. Diane