Met up with them on a beautiful Sunday. As usual, the small little things that we did. Lunch and some heart to heart session.











It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and read just the way you thought of things. We have to look at the things the way they are, painful and overwhelmingly as that may be, for no healing can begin until we are fully present to our world, until we learn to sustain the gaze.

Till then.

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