Entwined in eternity

It is the epitome of knowing someone, when even in death there is a continuity of connectivity. So the pain of absence is eclipsed by the JOY of togetherness.

The depth of a loss, temporary in it's definition, comes to true light when one experiences unity with the departed soul, body left in the proverbial heap but essence intact.

When the words and actions of an encounter have established an entity, which again by definition, deserves the label enormous as one considers the billions of people that were not within one's direct sphere contact. That union between two souls constructs a structure whose configuration, once set, endures.

The very randomness of encounters that one notices that one, if offered by the powers that BE, are incredibly validated by this sole fact: when two individuals form a union -- that union is indescribable. The completeness of the union is nothing but complete: having not a lesser state nor a greater state. The classic analysis: IT is because it is and in extension -- It is because it exists.

Can I expand that fact for you? The simple one plus one summation yields another unit that is calculated and results in the same quantity: ONE. Without a variance, that resultant unit, being complete with it's own existence [even if time limits the physical duration of that unit] is forever.

Physical presence, bodily inhabitance, despicable behavior, rebukes, separation by space: none have impact or ability to destroy what comes into existence. Your own experiences can but affirm this truth. Lingering images, echoing words, or internalized knowings are eternal.

The discovery of death's brushing against a soul but impacts the earth's moments. There are not interruptions in the entity's integrity. It goes on and on...

Engraved letters may mark the bones' resting spots but atomical reconfigurations that have created a UNION of two individuals never reverses. The cataclysmic force that precipitated the UNION has as a defining benchmark: LOVE.

As said, resaid and often, clung to: LOVE is creation's cause.

Living the LIFE you Construct

Living the LIFE you Construct
The air swirls...the issues swirl....the path never one that is set in bricks but the individual stones are aligned...one by one...allowing my progress towards my conclusion. It is a process that each of us attempts...often building a way that we have not plotted with intelligence though that is not a criteria.

So the serendipity element is a good wash on the palette of living.

My too internalized businesses are churning within me. The solo-ness of the incubation period...Is not the burden but the 'carrying' of the vastness and the deferring of the realization...IS a burden.

During the reading, last evening, of a chapter book to my granddaughters...I had a thought! Shouldn't I make a series of reading books for the little ones that use the rhythm of words and the wisdom of my experiences to produce books that weave little training scenarios into tiny epistles for education.

The summer is settling upon my shoulders like a woven jacket of embracing light wool. IT feels wonderful. It is the strains and remaining aches of too much movement that distracts. I will overlook those snags and move...In a sphere of music and words to the fullest moments. Living each day fully...Emerson urged...And I echo that idea.

...a century away 1905

IT has been but a week since my Mother's century mark for her birthdate came up on the calendar. That moment, in it's obscurity to almost everyone who is breathing, could not be more indelibly a part of you living. To me, the gift of LIFE, seen so often by we the 'quick', translucently, is the being of my 'blink' here on this earth.

Where my Mother and her Mother lay, on February 18, 1905, there lies the threads and substance that wove them and weaves me into the fabric of being. When one is cast into solitude [or wanders there willingly], lineage and ancestoral scope are one's architecture. The homage to the souls' parade, past and the inescapable enveloping present is the fuel of one's spirit.

Posting these thoughts allow me to make the largest mark upon the paper I hold, in so doing, I can cast these words around this earth and into the ether as it stretches. What more? I applaud my Mother and her ceaseless work imbued with her love that shaped me, enfolded me, and embraces me YET in her absence here on this land's slopeside. Her adieu, ill heard but felt as a dagger's plunge, will be amplified...someday...into the re-welcoming words....we shall each exchange.

As I paused and paged her image albums and her items on her century birthday...alone...I sense...her soul salving me, stirring her, bringing JOY's hurrah...Life's cycle so much greater that the decaying phase.

the limo appears