I can’t write quickly enough to keep up with all that is flashing by as though I am riding a speeding train looking out the window trying to focus on what is flashing by. Every now and then I am able to focus on a post, a tile in the wall, a tree that becomes a blur and almost instantly vanishes. In this wash of color, emotion, sky, sand I revisit what was a year ago. It seems so far and yet, like it just happened.  Below is the creative process I was in- creating Gail’s memorial, saying good bye, inviting others in, letting the grief out. Similarly in my own life I would need to learn letting others in, letting the grief out and saying good bye in other ways. And full circle it goes as another pass on the spiral.

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