even the tiniest of souls, when they leave a space, may impart a void so deep and wide; though we may try to fill it with memories, stories long forgotten that manifest, consuming our thoughts, spilling out like balm to comfort us in the emptiness, that strange hush of one less heartbeat, one less breath, one less voice to fill the hollow air surrounding us, even the tiniest of souls, once having touched our hearts, never cease moving us, though their physical presence may dim, never to return, it is then we realize that they will never truly be gone, because they became a part of us, oh so very long ago, and the emptiness we feel is our own heart skipping a beat, adjusting to the shift that fondness of heart, and great love in absentia, knows so well, the bitter and the sweet
Taking a moment to wrap myself in grief over the loss of our very senior 21 year old gentleman cat, Merlin…may he rest in peace. Merlin 2001-2022
i have been lulled by the serene, by cloud dappled cerulean, and green by the scent of honeysuckle, fresh cut blades of grass, by rose petals stretched open wide, drenched in dew by birdsong at dawn, crickets and peepers at dusk, the sun and the moon chasing each other day to night, the stars granting wishes before fading from sight…she is a beguiling mistress, nature, it’s easy to forget she has a dark side; a cycle of life, daunting for those low on the food chain… usually efficient, she sends the buzzards to remove remnants of untimely death from the forest floor usually, but not today as i happened upon a tiny shank of fresh meat, fur still clinging to exposed bone, undeniably of rabbit, nestled in pressed down clover, beautiful green, the sun shining, a soft, fragrant breeze rustling the leaves and all i could think was how grateful i was not to have witnessed the brutal carnage that happened here under the trees, my heart breaking for that poor creature, emotions flooding my soul, heart breaking for all manner of suffering as the world grows darker by the day remnants of untimely carnage left in the open forcing us to see, no longer kept hidden behind closed doors or in the shadows, life is not all rainbows and butterflies and there are not enough buzzards, what magnificent creatures they are, to sweep away the bloody mess we’ve made of things, not nearly enough
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