My mother died four years ago today. She died peacefully, beautifully, gently, which is how she lived. She had felt the door opening. Everyone was waiting and she entered in.
She left clues or messages to assure us of her way. I miss her and I feel peaceful today. I revel in the sweetness of her passage and all the flowers she still offers to ease my path each day.
I welcome the fermentation of peace and ease, even as I honor the churning breeze.
"One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star."