Every moment is magical
Every day is a mystery
Every sound is filled with music
Every thought is sacred.
Every time you love you are opening to new possibilities
Every tear that slides down your check is a gemstone.
Every laugh, every scream, every time you truly understand,
is a gift of love.
My sharp edges have smoothed
My words of misery have lessened
My thoughts and memories have softened
My silence is quietly being filled.
I know love.
I know peace, and hope, and even bliss from time to time.
I know loss and I know how to go on with majesty, grace, and mindfulness.
In memory of the anniversary of Clo’s death 3 years ago tomorrow.
Always loving, Nancy