Now there is the
endless space
he used to fill
the endless to do
list to get affairs
in order
The mental fog
that’s either
life’s comfort
or the aftermath,
reflecting the
magnitude
of the quake
splitting open
the ordinary
So I buy his favorite
cherry tomato plant
I plant it
What else would,
could, I do
Awwww…. My thoughts and prayers are with you… Peace be still..
How sweet and right, Barb, nurturing a plant he loved. Your grief will follow its own path, but my mental fog lasted about two weeks. Do whatever you can to take care of yourself. I’m sure you have many friends right there in Cincinnati, but f you want to talk, please call. I love you.
Peace and love …
Hands in the earth… planting for Joseph, for you…. Grace-fully guided, to the next step. Love you.
Blessings to each of you as you embark on the next leg of your journeys.
I’ve put Cousin Joseph in the bird’s song. I call it “Joseph’s Song” The bird serinades me and the white squirrel every morning around 8am while I meditate outside with the Mother Earth. Enjoy the sweet cherry tomatoes!! Keeping you in my daily meditation for self compassion to your true Being.
Because we are all One, as you suffer, I suffer. I believe that your suffering is lightened as I suffer alongside you, and hope you can feel the lightened load.
I’m so glad you were able to find something to do with your planting to honor Joseph’s memory. I hope you do a post to say how the tomatoes taste later in the summer.
Barbara know my prayers are with you and I am ALWAYS available as a listening prayinf ear when you need it