[The grief has moved in strange unexpected potent ways. Perhaps every grief is like this. Opening wide the depth of feeling. Life becomes more meaningful in grief. And at some point, life can tolerate no more grief, and the wailing stops, and the love comes rushing in/out everywhere. Light shimmers in an Other world, becoming this world, again a now to know. I am coming into knowing again. What this world is. What this life is for. It is true that life doesn’t stop, even when everything feels impossible in the minute personal. A million currents continue, and need tending. I awaken into myself. I get dressed and I look out with fresh eyes, moistened and no longer damp. The paths clarify before me. I am rippling out. That which made the ripple, and the ripple itself~ ] Received 11/5/2026 | 4:33-4:44pm
Companion Missive #43 - BE OPEN TO BEING SURPRISED (5/10-28/2024) — another beauty — “Loose the attachment without compromising the expectation.”
BE OPEN TO BEING SURPRISED
[Three weeks have passed since my last update. A bewildering, heartwrenching few weeks, for me, for all of us. The world remains at ceaseless peril and in a constantly renewing spectacle of horror. I have been scrubbing, cleaning, uprooting, planting, pruning, trimming, plucking, staining, sanding. This season, between spring and summer, is full of enth…
Listen to the Recitation:
RIPPLING Stippling Warm divot Where life once was Greeting strangers Who are known Before being known Texture suppled Density of dot and line Tell me the truth Like it was before The sun rose and bent Down beneath the resting place Book of symbols Singing to me I watch the images dance Feel my body Deep moving supercurrent Ripping pole tides Positive and negative entrance My imagination rips apart What is mine becomes ours A small body finds its place Sitting among the stars At rest until moved Stirred again The black pot is heated Sky turns gold pink Over me The veil is pulled What is thin is now thick Pages in a book Leafing cover to cover Book-ending brings me to surface A waking moment I am not asleep I blink the world into me Another day I close my eyes to possibility Eclipse of moon and sun The horizon, bright
This helps so much, in so many ways, with our loss of Serif.