It seems that is all I really can hold onto: the memories ...
the feeling tone of a moment ...
a day ...
a time alone ...
or together ...
the sensation of the magical entering my cells ...
with just the briefest of pauses allowing me time to gather them up, and stash them safely in the pockets of my heart.
Absolutely fabulous, sister. This post, the sparing of words, the chicken costume (feathers!!!) and the quote. I love you deeply.
ReplyDeleteShe was an owl, but certainly she clucks a lot?
DeleteIt all feels suspended lightly in air.
ReplyDeletePerfect.
You
Are
Perfect
Ephemeral, passing through shadow and light. Lots of hugs to you! xoxo
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing your journey with us. Hugs. xo
ReplyDelete♥♥♥
ReplyDeletelove and light sister