Two years gone ... and yet you are still a part of me.
It is two years today that Anthea "Breeze" passed from this world. Reference original post. Tthough sometimes it feels hard I am ALWAYS filled with joy at your memory. Just some thoughts that were passed on to me at that time.
Each that we lose takes a part of us;
A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is summoned by the tides.
~Emily Dickinson~
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: "There, she is gone!"
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is within me, not in her. Ans just at the moment when someone at my side says, "There, she is gone!" there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: "Here she comes!"
And that is dying.
Henry Van Dyke
Breeze spent her dying days with a very deep and unique understanding of the limitations of the physical world. With that she wished us all expansion of mind and spirit...to know she is only gone from out sight, but very much alive and with us when we center quietly and open our hearts. With great love, Breeze, the circle shall continue!
Each that we lose takes a part of us;
A crescent still abides,
Which like the moon, some turbid night,
Is summoned by the tides.
~Emily Dickinson~
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: "There, she is gone!"
Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is within me, not in her. Ans just at the moment when someone at my side says, "There, she is gone!" there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: "Here she comes!"
And that is dying.
Henry Van Dyke
Breeze spent her dying days with a very deep and unique understanding of the limitations of the physical world. With that she wished us all expansion of mind and spirit...to know she is only gone from out sight, but very much alive and with us when we center quietly and open our hearts. With great love, Breeze, the circle shall continue!