When….

A shout-out of love to those in the process of healing from loss. Me too.

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Autumn

"When one says farewell, Another breath is born" In my grief and joy, I attempt to poetically unite my raging emotions.

Shaking off the Dust

From dust we come And unto dust we return So they say But, We are fluid beings Conceived in, composed of water Birth, death, later From love we come And unto love we return So say I Thoughts? -Nicola Pic: Sulphur Lake at Mount Batur, Bali