“Most things break instead of transform because they resist. The quiet miracle of love is that without our interference, it, like water, accepts whatever is tossed or dropped, or placed into it, embracing it completely.”~ Mark Nepo (Book of Awakening)
(((((((((((((((((( O )))))))))))))))))) This is what a rock looks like dropped into water. The initial plunge creating ripples, ever-widening their hugs until distant shores are reached. Such is the impact of one small stone, yet without a witness its passing may go unnoticed.
Bearing witness is perhaps the greatest gift that I was able to give Scott. This blog made all of our readers witnesses, too, amplifying the ripples to many shores. Some of you have wanted to stay and be my witnesses now as I navigate the waters of grief,trying to find my balance and regain my sense of self. Others have avoided me for fear that something horrible might rub off on them. Losing your mate is a club nobody volunteers for and nobody wants to belong to. I won’t let it define me. I won’t let it defeat me.