I seem to know of so many people who have died in these last few weeks, young people, suddenly. I was thinking of death last night, trying to understand what seems so incomprehensible. I was reading the best 2006 Essays of 2006. Bella was snuggled on my lap, and it seemed like I kept hitting the essays that dealt with the death of a pet. I thought of the death of Mandu and now we have Tiger and Bella, and still, as much as we love Tiger and Bella, and, we do, we miss Mandu.
I am not comparing deaths, only trying to understand what seems unfathomable, at times, to me, and yet, in this moment, I feel myself surrounded by angels, and I know that the breath of Mitchell is here in broader form. I feel him breathing peace into me, love. He is a larger womb.
Peace. I am told that the beach at Tennessee Valley is clean, though it is still closed. No oil clogs its sand, rocks, or birds.