Heart bleeding, beeting, bleating.
Red eye to the east side for a ritual to say goodbye,
collectively we’ll inhale-exhale as the spirit ascends,
passed the limit of sky lines,
to a place not tied by earthly binds …’til we meet again on the other side.
No v/blog this week. My boo’s grandfather, a man who lived, what I’m learning was, a rich colorful life, passed away last week and we’ll be flying 3,000 miles away to be with our ginormous family and to be a part of the homecoming and grieving rituals. Let death remind us to not take these breaths for granted.