The day is clear and still.  My cells come out like gophers their holes, look around. Hmmm!

Yesterday, the grocery store was filled with flowers, especially pale peach roses and white hyacinths.  When I asked, I learned the bouquets were for the many graduations in the area.

I breathe in considering my own graduation.  I’m awake, alive, celebratory for this 56th day of my brother’s passing.  My brother loved the Yankees so I ordered Yankees cups to hold his West coast half of the  ashes when we spread them at a surfing beach or two or three. The gathering is less than two weeks now.  Will it bring closure, or opening out?

Today I feel him guiding me to open out, like a flower. The bud of grief has petals now, layers of them, open to the sun, and when it’s enough, they’ll fall apart, return to ground.

For now, I hold my petals open, receive and celebrate my central hold of light.

Garden Color, Celebration, and Reception of Light!

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