August 16—Long Beach
Post Fire Reflections
The sorrow, inexplicably expressed but dealt with around the loss of home, its treasures, its haven-ness, its memories, itself…the little ghosts that stilll appear out of the ether and the mind, writings, baubles, heirlooms, everything with a story…that hadn’t been thought of and therefore not missed, and then, POP! Another one…a caught breath, a blanket of sadness and a sigh…but there is a softness that is replacing the sharp hurt.
Somewhere I read once,
“The friendship of the wind, always returning
With news of elsewhere, whispered in seed and pollen,
The thin symphonies of birdsong softening the silence,
Cascades of sunlight opening and closing days,
And the glow of moon gazing through darkness.”
Whether it is a sacred home, or a beloved country, or a time on the planet,
Beginnings, Endings, and Beauty are LIFE, and always will be.