Missing you this week
Yesterday, in the middle of an extended metta/compassion/forgiveness meditation session, I saw a very clear vision of you standing up the beach on some rocks. "I forgive you" poured out of my heart into the waves and it felt like something unzipped from my toes to the crown of my head.
Am I the last?
I would have tried to catch you, even had you driven us to the bottom of the sea. Which, in a way, I suppose you did. I love you still.
Day two of the countdown.
Sometimes, when I start thinking a lot, I miss you.
Sleep well, white bird.