Today the universe lost a special and wonderful person. Perhaps she was ready to leave. But we were not. When you pass by an older woman on the street you probably do not even see her. You dismiss her as insignificant, unimportant, old and thereby done. How tragic- for you. My friend was a bright shining hard beam of witty and loving goodness. She was mercifully spared the indignities of modern medicine except for her final six days in the hospital. No purgatory for her. She knows what is what.
Some people must go through months of process to disconnect from the world. Others are floating here but really existing in the heart of all that is. That was my friend. I cannot name her but I can tell you that in the world, there are those who matter. Whose gentle goodness and keen intellect and sharp sense of humor define what it is to be human. That was her. Only the poets can capture this feeling. Mary Oliver. Charles Wright. Others. Only the poets. Not the philosophers Maybe Plato... Maybe...
"To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go” --Mary Oliver
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