I am the luckiest person in the world.

In the midst of crying, in the midst of undone house chores, unwalked dogs, undone yoga all competing for my next action…

My garden: hundreds of yellow sunflowers, purple cosmos, blue bachelor buttons and magenta morning glories….

And a brilliant goldfinch gracing the cosmos, nimbly feasting on the little creatures crawling there. 

What great good fortune the universe brings.

  1. moonymaid said:

    I thought hard, before writing a comment.
    I want to caress your pain and sit with it…
    Thank you for sharing… for all of us to read…

  2. yogaguide said:

    thank you for sharing with me.
    She’s no longer here to write to, so it was like sending it out to the universe, proverbial message in a bottle.
    Death is always, always personal.
    I see a lot of people die, and i’m never untouched. But death…
    never an event, always personal, a personal confrontation with the universal. The end of time, of meaning, of stories of sharing.
    Entry, perhaps, into the universal.

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