the words in the notebook came from this last one….or, With this last one in the early early morning hour… and the day has passed. the Epiphany has faded, hidden its Self in a quietness, now. But it was THERE and so VIVID How love is everything.
how love , lower case love, everyday love
is Everything is Alive in everything. is love just Life Force? What do those two words mean….life force? ??????? I'd thought how this last gathering of pieces couldn't be ok, but they were….they were just so much OK and there was an understanding for moments. then quieting. i will wait for it now. Trust ing that it will return.
the notebook refers to T's Ocean Day….i can't tell in this moment what i understood about that this morning…but it was so clear, so incredibly clear…..They had all gone to Santa Cruz, to the Ocean there on T's Day….T's Day of her death, Santa Cruz her favorite place, the place where her ashes were let loose one year ago… T 32 yrs old, Love of my grandson Jeff, mother of Brinley Just them and i have pics on my phone of them there, that Ocean, a couple small videos of the Ocean coming IN upon them, Jenny, mother of Jeff, Alyssia, sister, Julian and Emrie, Brinley, building sand structures with feather and stone
how love is sometimes so sad, but is
love somehow no different than the love that is Joy
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