It is a weight and a fullness.  Moisture fills the body, sadness, a reach to understand this parting of the veil, opening to the light.

I’m trying to stay with the weight of the grief, to not run away from it, and I know it’s not just about my cousin, that it’s about all the grief we’ve experienced in our lives as though it creates a mountain on which we climb until we reach our own peak and lift.

Yesterday on my return I drove to the bay to sit, just sit in the abundance of life here.  Sausalito is filled with people from other places, different accents and the excitement of curiosity and not knowing exactly where you are.

About a month ago as I was processing this deep feeling of grief, I wrote these words for myself and I share them now.

Like gathering tufts of wool sheep have left on branches and trees, we gather the spirits of those we love who’ve passed, make a cloak for ourselves of wisdom we weave and share.