Today...
I can hear the wind blowing, her gift chiming.
I imagine the places we have spread her ashes...
I wonder to where they have traveled...
The wind that has carried them across the sea and over the mountains.
The shoe that has picked up her soul on its sole.
The sun that warms them.
The cold bitter nights that chill them.
The flowers that are birthed from them.
The journey.
My journey.
Her journey.
A journey that doesn't end if I don't let it.
All I have to do is think about each little piece of her flying and floating. Resting and wandering.
Piece by piece she is free just as she wanted to be.
An unstoppable journey now.
A journey that can be judged by no one.
A journey all her own as she has now surrendered.
Taking each day one at a time.
Listening to the wind.
Answering its prayers.
Knowing she hasn't a care in the world and she can let it all go.
The beauty she brought and left is still here.
As I look around and wonder where?
I believe she is more whole now than she ever was...scattered in a million pieces.
But, that is because I believe that each piece of her is free to travel the journey she felt trapped from living.
I miss her.
However, she is in the wind... in the life... in the water... in my heart... in my children... in my soul... in my past... in my future... and right in front of me in her urn.
She is here, just different. Here and free.
My journey loving her, and loving me.
I can hear the wind blowing, her gift chiming.
I imagine the places we have spread her ashes...
I wonder to where they have traveled...
The wind that has carried them across the sea and over the mountains.
The shoe that has picked up her soul on its sole.
The sun that warms them.
The cold bitter nights that chill them.
The flowers that are birthed from them.
The journey.
My journey.
Her journey.
A journey that doesn't end if I don't let it.
All I have to do is think about each little piece of her flying and floating. Resting and wandering.
Piece by piece she is free just as she wanted to be.
An unstoppable journey now.
A journey that can be judged by no one.
A journey all her own as she has now surrendered.
Taking each day one at a time.
Listening to the wind.
Answering its prayers.
Knowing she hasn't a care in the world and she can let it all go.
The beauty she brought and left is still here.
As I look around and wonder where?
I believe she is more whole now than she ever was...scattered in a million pieces.
But, that is because I believe that each piece of her is free to travel the journey she felt trapped from living.
I miss her.
However, she is in the wind... in the life... in the water... in my heart... in my children... in my soul... in my past... in my future... and right in front of me in her urn.
She is here, just different. Here and free.
My journey loving her, and loving me.
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