Witnessing you and your poetry as you hold the hand of this moment, observing the liminal moments between this life and the next. I hope you will receive signs from her when it is time for her to pass through the veil.
When my own father died, I felt the poetry flow from me too. Everything was beautiful. Everything was significant. I wanted to remember everything we said, everything I saw and touched and heard and felt at his bedside at the end. I hear you.
"stroking the palm of her hand until eternity. as though it will reveal all the secrets of the universe. as if it could prevent what happens next." <3 <3 <3
time is the greatest teacher; love is our greatest weapon. Sending lots of love, hugs, and chiron energies to you as you grieve Ma Ma.
Leaving you with Ocean Vuong's words on grief and death: "When someone dies their silence becomes a sort of held note, a key on the piano pressed down for so long it becomes an ache in the ear, a new sonic register from which we start to measure our new, ruptured lives. A white noise. Maybe this is why there is so much music in dying: the funerals, the singing, the hymns, the eulogies. All those sounds crowding the air with what the dead can’t say."
hands, holding.
Witnessing you and your poetry as you hold the hand of this moment, observing the liminal moments between this life and the next. I hope you will receive signs from her when it is time for her to pass through the veil.
When my own father died, I felt the poetry flow from me too. Everything was beautiful. Everything was significant. I wanted to remember everything we said, everything I saw and touched and heard and felt at his bedside at the end. I hear you.
A beautiful part of you is shedding with her. Feeling your transmutation 🕊
Gwen! This is beautiful. I know she feels you there, honoring her with your presence and ushering her over ❤️
I’m sending you so much love. I lost my grandmother in February, so your piece deeply resonated with me. You are exactly where you are meant to be ❤️
"stroking the palm of her hand until eternity. as though it will reveal all the secrets of the universe. as if it could prevent what happens next." <3 <3 <3
time is the greatest teacher; love is our greatest weapon. Sending lots of love, hugs, and chiron energies to you as you grieve Ma Ma.
Leaving you with Ocean Vuong's words on grief and death: "When someone dies their silence becomes a sort of held note, a key on the piano pressed down for so long it becomes an ache in the ear, a new sonic register from which we start to measure our new, ruptured lives. A white noise. Maybe this is why there is so much music in dying: the funerals, the singing, the hymns, the eulogies. All those sounds crowding the air with what the dead can’t say."