…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
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Cherish the moments that brought you joy. Hold them close to your heart. They will sprout and grow around you and cloak you in tender love.
Diane – sending you love and hugs. I admire your ability to lean in and do the work of grief. Martha
You are such a strong person, an admirable example of how to live a positive life and caring beyond measure. I am so grateful to have been in your presence. Sometimes, life is not fair but the strong carry on to greater heights. But you know that. It is not yet time for you to feel that. Because of your gift of caring, you are now surrounded with a vast community ready to support and love. Thank you, Diane, for all that you have given me.
May your kite fly strong and land safely, though these turbulent times.
Oh my, Diane. So lovely and poignant and courageous and real. My heart aches for you and hopes for you. And my heart remembers Bill with deep love and gratitude. Blessings on you and for this new part of your journey.♥️