This morning my breath lengthens on the strength of the light. I feel fulfilled – full – filled.
Rain is predicted and birds are singing. Tears fill my eyes but they aren’t tears of sorrow. They are tears for the beauty that is here, the beauty of trees, clouds, sun, and rain.
It is a weekend of remembrance, and I remember my brother – so many memories and in this moment, I smile with the memories, grateful. My heart unravels its ball of pain and spreads light to welcome growth and response to lengthening days.
It’s been 43 days, six weeks today since he passed, and for me, there is healing in appreciating the time he was here as he transitions to what, for me, is unknown, yet stretches support in the marrow of my bones.