
I am already missing her and she is not wholly gone. When I search for her presence, I find the soft emptiness of the liminal place. Holding. Waiting. I don’t want to think about grief, again. A prolonged letting go that takes me on a journey to uncomfortable landscapes. We grasp at the tangible only to discover that we will eventually reach the cliff of letting go, not knowing when we will arrive there.
And sometimes there is no liminal place to linger.
It is a test to step into the space of soft uncertainty and feel the soul cocooned between the life and death of the temporary vessel. I do not want to think about pain and heartache. Those sitting beside her, holding the space. Holding her hand. I do not want to think of the labored breath before it breaks free. Pain seems incredibly unfair for a life filled with such grace.
I want to think of what came before and what comes after. That vibrant spirit that touched so many lives with magic, including my own, finding joy once again. Yes, I want to think of joy. The unbound soul flying free…
Continue reading at The Light Behind the Story
Thank you, always ❤️
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Thank you for reblogging and sharing Sue ❤
Thoughts as always are with you all
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This is so beautiful ❤
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The unbound soul, flying free… It’s what we all wish for, Sue 🙂 🙂
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Beautifully stated. ❤
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Thanks for so elegantly expressing what we’ve all been feeling, Alethea.
Holding loving presence for you, Sue. ❤
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Liminal place. Perfect description, Alethea… Wandering in and out of time and space trying to figure things out without the Awkward Questions, and this helps. Trying to uphold you and your process, Sue, with the walk in uncertainty. Knowing the appearance of normal in continuous posting is not the whole story makes it more unsettling. Sending love.
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Thank you, Darcy ❤️
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Ah, Sue. I can just see you whenever it may be that you reach the Other Shore, looking eagerly around and blogging happily away… we just need to figure out how you can hit “send”….
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That made me smile. 🙂 … wouldn’t it be wonderful if she could! 😀
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This is so beautifully written Alethea. Something we all are feeling but couldn’t express as elegantly as you did. Thanks for sharing Sue. Hugs.
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Thank you, Sadje. It’s nice to know she has so much love surrounding her. ❤️
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Yes, she is much loved.
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Very tender and loving. A fine, sensitive tribute. Thank you for it.
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Thank you for your kind words ❤️
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Thank you for sharing this, Sue. Thinking of you. 💗 Alethea, this is beautiful. Thank you.
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Thank you, Sarah
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This is awesome 😍😍
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Thank you 🙂
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Feels happy appreciating pure talent like you 🤗
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That’s very kind of you to say 🙂
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This is awesome
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