I want so much to be strong. To hold her in my highest vision and her divine regard. But my eyes are drowning and my throat is locked in a battle with the facts that are present in this moment. Today is the day. I'll never forget her face as she crumpled to the floor when she realized what would happen today.
Beautiful and tortured. Green eyes filled with so much wisdom and care, a smile that ignites my heart fire and a voice that resonates with the deepest parts of my soul. We've had our time and now she's off to share her gifts with others. Women with even deeper wounds who need her spark so much more. And we'll write.
She'll write. We'll all continue to write. And grow. And show up. And love. And hug. And stretch. And give. And dance. And laugh. And breathe. And trust. And know. And believe. We'll continue to expand in our truth and our faith, knitting this family tighter and tighter as we explore our shadows and fall in love with our willingness and our courage, soaring high together on wings of integrity.
Her legacy is strong. A powerful warrioress who graced us with her potent wisdom and resounding honor and unshakable faith. An inspiration to all who were blessed to receive her. And as this rain drips from the leaves, washing away the dust of yesterday, so too will my tears cleanse my heart, clearing the way for an ever brighter light to shine forth, illuminating a path of clarity and relief.