4th February 2015
A bright winter sun, cut through with North wind chill.
I sit with some discomfort below the wall made from rocks and stones.
The tide is out. I feel it has taken you with it but I am here, honouring the memory of you.
Three years since that night,
listening with J & S to the gentle music and chanting of Tibetan Meditation.
We lit candles in the Gazebo at the end of the garden.
We were with you, waiting for midnight, to coincide with your leaving on the other side of the world.
When the music ended, we opened a bottle of Champagne
and laughing through tears, we shared anecdotes of your past presence in our lives,
but in a breath of wind, the cry of gulls, a whispering sea, you are always here.
Masked Native 
Love the vivid greens
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Thank you Santosh, it was a grey day, but there is always something to colour it with.
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This made me cry….you’ve painted beauty and poignancy so vividly. And redemption. Hugs to you
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Thank you ST, for what you see in my words, and thank you for the hugs, hugs to you too.
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Beautiful shadows with such deeply felt words.
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Beautiful Shadows, I like that, thank you for your interpretation Steven.
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reverence
in new rituals
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beautiful …
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Thank you Geo, blessings to you for yours.
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Beautifully and touchingly written with a light but strong hand. Well done! 🙂
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Thank you so much for this comment. I really appreciate that you took the time to respond to my post.
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