“And then there were the poets, those unbelievable people so different from other men, who told anyone who would listen that a wish is more important than a fortune, and that a dream can weigh more than iron or steel. What nerve they had, those poets, but how right they were! Everything, they said, comes from inside us, passes through things outside and then goes back in. And that to them is the meaning of life, feeling, understanding, love.”
I rest there.
A friend shared with me that her three year old granddaughter is currently obsessed with death. The child saw the movie, "The Lion King", and her grandmother's dog died, and a friend of her parents died. She is trying to understand. The other day she brought her stuffed animals and dolls to the couch and covered them completely with a blanket. She informed her grandmother that the animals and dolls had died.
This time of year the veil between the living and the dead is thin. The veil is thin, the blanket. May we all find a way to comfort in feeling those we love, whether living or dead.
May we feel everything coming from inside us, passing through things outside and coming back in again.
Today as I was walking by the bay, watching terns dip in for fish, I felt the image of sewing. We sew and weave with the air. We sew and weave with what comes our way as we honor, wish, and dream. Happy two days until Halloween.