Grounding

I took apples, philosophy, and technical news, and we rested in the silences between topics.  The visit was followed by departure the next week.  The obituary was a collective effort.  Wrenching at times, but I remain and need to speak on behalf of those who cannot.  Meanwhile a family member (who was unconditionally accepting) and a childhood friend also departed.  I have never felt more alive and vital.  A puddle of sorrow and enlivened beyond measure.

From the field

I still need to complete a correspondence as a tribute to a friend, whose dimension continues to expand as I converse with acquaintances.  A series of vivid dreams has stimulated my imagination and sharpened my senses to an acute level.  Meanwhile I continue a weekly vigil to another friend.   Although this activity is uncertain with regard to call and response, I take the time needed, knowing that this is very precious and rare time, and I honor my promises.