Does loss and grief sometimes disconnect us . . . from people, the world? Yes. But, maybe, the disconnect is when we are most connected to our physical emotions and the invisible world. Where we can see more. Things that no one else seems to notice. Where we can dwell and pay attention to our breath–and those tiny threads of light that flit through the air like fireflies, or fairies, and appear as glowing green orbs in our photos–or the way the shadows dance in the sunlight, making the silhouette of a bird–or possibly, for a fleeting moment, a face.
What do you see?
Categories: Monday's Muse
Rewriting life since the sudden death of my nine-year-old son, Sam (2007).
Trying to LEARN, think, remember, IMAGINE, cope, care, read, EAT, write, live, LAUGH, listen, enjoy, walk, meditate, stretch, watch, stop, BREATHE...and keep going.