Paragraphs of Daily Thoughts and much Mental Therapy. Published Weekly or so.
"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief…and unspeakable love."
~ Washington Irving ~
I am trying to keep it… light. I don’t know if that is the right word. Maybe "riding the wave" is a better expression, without swallowing too much water as to not drown myself. I have had to change my momentum. Monday through Friday are Business days without wasting a minute while moving along through the masses of paperwork and knocking myself not so softly against much red tape. I have a watch and a calendar these days. Checkmarks. Time to keep. Steps of different colors, up. Courage, strength and so much support from you all that carries me throughout these moments. ‘Thank You’.
It is a bit of cold exchanges. I don’t think even the departed is left in Peace and it also is truly appalling me. One kind word followed by a thousand ill fitting ones. The laws, the rules, the insurances not covering this or that. All show their ugly heads. Yet, I have been through it before. I should not be surprised. I try one day at the time to get closer to accomplishing a single task: for my Mother to truly rest in Peace. Maybe it is my dignity that is suddenly taken away as hers is also. I cannot put my finger on it. It is staring me in the face through right down to my Heart. Have the Dead become just another commodity for greed? I feel as such, the “Business World” has become the fonts of this present chapter before I return to the promising empty spaces.
Saturday again has come around and I need to escape these walls. The skies have been of this constant gray and the rains have not stopped. It is a day for a Museum as I fumble with subway and trolley maps. What I truly want to write is tumultuous and maybe a bit too vibrant for these present times. I decided the photos will speak for themselves till I sort it all out as I have one more week here before returning for a big hug with my Buddy Spirit. This too we shall overcome. It is another choice Life has taken for us.
~ Perhaps they are not stars , but holes in the heavens allowing our loved ones to smile down on us
letting us know they are happy ~
The Museum is very well worthy of a visit with it’s new wing. It was a good decision getting a bit lost with a camera in hand.
Ara and an awaiting Spirit