Thank you for your notes of love and support. As I read and reread your words, the centrifugal force of grief softens and glimmers of hope find their way into my heart/mind.

Grief is an island of isolation.
Your love, hours of listening, hours of tender packing, days of accompanying me through the letting go, cards and emails, the candles lit and prayers whispered keep coming as comforting waves to the edges of my listlessness, inertia, and sorrow.

I am grateful to be a part of our web of mutual support and loving kindness.
I am in deep contemplation of how prayers, loving thoughts, and healing energy are delivered and received, of how my gratitude for all that I have been offered can make its way back to you. I have no idea how this works. I can only imagine that these offerings are delivered via the wonders of the natural world and the mystery of solace during long nights.

May you feel my appreciation as the sun lights your path, a gentle breeze comforts your skin, or the sweet call of a song bird lifts your spirits.

Thank you.