The last of your family. Indeed, that is freedom. They can no longer expect or demand of you. I felt this as I walked from my sister's grave. One plot remaining ... for me. No, I don't think so. You helped me see that this is not a unique experience. Every family has that one left standing. It was intriguing how you connected the story of the bird's non-stop flight with your epiphany at the grave.
Sue, I am honored you shared your sense of grace and freedom with us. We all have your back. Little does one realize until one atually earns it, along with remarkable responsibility to create our own spaces where we can grow and thrive. Thanks here to Tonya, too, for the idea even for me of this wonderful space. Constance
The last of your family. Indeed, that is freedom. They can no longer expect or demand of you. I felt this as I walked from my sister's grave. One plot remaining ... for me. No, I don't think so. You helped me see that this is not a unique experience. Every family has that one left standing. It was intriguing how you connected the story of the bird's non-stop flight with your epiphany at the grave.
Sue, I am honored you shared your sense of grace and freedom with us. We all have your back. Little does one realize until one atually earns it, along with remarkable responsibility to create our own spaces where we can grow and thrive. Thanks here to Tonya, too, for the idea even for me of this wonderful space. Constance
Love this, Connie!
light and dark, sun and moon, and plenty of mud. one tough-ass bird. a grave. a mighty pleasing piece of work. bravo constance! and thank you.
with solstice near in the offing.
Thank you Tim Steckline. I was so moved by your comment and of course the source of the piece. B6 and his supreme selfless space.