At some point during my encounter with Charlie there was a near-wordless exchange about what had changed to cause me to move out of my long passivity and actively claim my power as a walker-between-worlds.
I thought of LM, and said, My heart is in the otherworld, and I have to follow it there.
I'm reasonably sure that there's a poem that will flow from those words, once I have the time and peace to sit down and seek it.
Only later did I think of the card a friend drew for me the day of my private memorial for LM, the card which suggested that his death and my observances could be an initiation for me. I never expected it to be this dramatic.
I thought of LM, and said, My heart is in the otherworld, and I have to follow it there.
I'm reasonably sure that there's a poem that will flow from those words, once I have the time and peace to sit down and seek it.
Only later did I think of the card a friend drew for me the day of my private memorial for LM, the card which suggested that his death and my observances could be an initiation for me. I never expected it to be this dramatic.
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Date: 2007-07-05 05:40 pm (UTC)*g* They do sneak up on you, don't they? Initiations, I mean. They can be the most dramatic exactly when you expect the least drama out of them --- or when you least expect something to be initiatory at all.
I suspect you could write a truly beautiful poem from that beginning. If and when you're ever ready to share, I'd love to see it.
I may also keyboard in a couple more of J's things to share with you. Via email, not here; they're too precious to me for me to be willing to post them.