My Chosen Ending

When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me, I do not want dark rites full of gloom to fill the air. Cry only with tears of joy for my soul is about to be set free. Miss me a little – but not too long – and never with your head bent low.  Look up into the sky – and then let me go.

Wish me goodbye by turning your face to the wind for me and let it blow through your hair and soul as you watch it mingle with the memories of the times we’ve shared in this life – but then let me go.

Don’t chain my memory down with excessive tears of grief. Life has been like a bottle of bubbly champagne all fizzed up with the laughter of silly times as well as the pinpricks of disappointment. And then let me go.

For this is a journey we all must take with our loved ones as well as alone. It’s all part of the master plan – we much each step on that road toward home. Remember, do not drown your sorrows with anger and grief.  More importantly, do good deeds for others in my name – with the memory of my love and compassion.

Miss me a little but not to long – and then let me go.

Debbie

Dedicated to Vera Engelmann – I will forever honor the amazing woman you are.

Hero Flow

Nature ever flows, stands never still.  Motion or change is her mode of existence. The poetic eye sees in Man the Brother of the River and in Woman the Sister of the River. Their life is always transition.

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Hard blockheads only drive nails all the time; forever . . . fixing.

Heroes do not fix, but rather they flow, bend forward and invent a resource for every moment.

Debs

Silent Words

I long for a language of love and simple truths; where wrong words don’t exist.

I long to begin a silent conversation with effortless words that find the person they were spoken for; on the tail of swirling breezes from a windless dream.

I long for a time when words can be shared universally without hesitation and fear of judgement; honoring all beliefs.

I long for a time to pause at the edge of a midnight forest; breathing in the soft sweetness of the night.

I long for wildness wherever it lives – to free my longings and dance with abandonment.

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You Learn

After a while, you learn the subtle differences between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security,

And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises,

And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes wide open
with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child,

And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans,

After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much,

So plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers,

And learn that you really can endure . . . that you really are strong,

And you really do have worth.

And you learn and you learn,

With every good-bye you learn.

 ~  Jorge Luis Borges