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As of late, it seems I struggle with words.
No, that’s not right. It’s not a struggle really. It seems more I am resigned to a place unfamiliar (and yet not). It is a quiet peace, perhaps even a place created by grief, but not unwelcomed or uncomfortable.
It is a time of adjustment, acceptance, and clarity ~ a period of understanding that I have wondered might be related to aging, loss, or faith. Regardless, it is not cursed or filled with anxiousness. It is an unexpected blessing, a realization of grace, of love.
I miss my daddy, but it is not an ache that leaves me restless, looking for answers that I already possess. Rather, it is the little things where I find myself wishing he could share it with me (just before realizing that he does). When I round the curve on the road home and notice a group of more than twenty deer in the field near the woods; in wings fluttering along the fence line as I tend the feeder; a light through the window when I awake to the sound of my name.
Blessings.
Time is nothing but an invisible marker, a thread binding us forever to a moment – or rather binding the moment to us so that it is always the same, as near as our next breath. Ours.
We are never without love.
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tornadoday 
i miss my home…i love taking care of my mom
but those wings that flutter on the rail as i feed the birds reminds me i have
the deer in my yard each morning, the geese run up to eat spreading their wings as if to fly away but settle down to eat…i miss Maya, my beautiful white wolf…
I walk Molly (my mom’s dog) and think of those backroads i wandered each morning and evening…picking up rocks, twigs, lichen 🙂 and what ever else Gaia gives me
sometimes the inside view of a new fawn hidden in the grass
just the little things that leave a big memory…
i could feel your love within your words Bobbie…how could one not feel them when they are entwined with such love
Take Care…You Matter
just me
As you put it, Bobbie, nothing’s wrong but something doesn’t feel right, not bad, nor good, just strange. I think it’s missing the physical intimacy of those we love…, being able to hear their voice, see that smile, hold that hand. I understand what you’re saying. 🙂 …………………………..xo
I’m here for you…please reach out. Email me at dharma.1111@hotmail.com. I understand these feelings. Love you!
Wrapping you in love, We reach them within, not in our physical world and we go quiet to be in that place. ❤