Not sure how I feel. Raw and delicate might be the best way to describe. Reminds me of when I would get sick as a young child and the heaviness of homesickness would blanket me. The world felt much too big.
I miss her. She feels spirit still to me today and that makes me ache for her all the more.
I feel still, a bit numb and longing.
Each February 28 I experience something new when re-living the birth and death of Nora. Hurts every time. But it also is a safe haven of memory for me. That was the blessed day I was able to hold her in my arms, kiss her tender lips and be with her those hours.
As I write and cry I recall words a very wise woman shared with me years ago about the releasing of tears;
"Let them settle on your skin, dry where they ran for tears are our medicine. They soothe the sores of pain. They are our body medicine."
I will hold these words today as my Alex and I roll with whatever emotions surface. Tears are my medicine.
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