Flurries and Foot Paths

As the snow lightly fell through the cemetery and the breathe that left this blessed body froze and fell, I ran. feeling rhythm, I rounded the corner as I read each head stone saying a prayer under every other deep breathe. I wonder what these people would say if they were above the ground. I wonder who they would talk to. I use my legs to carry myself through this hotel of eternal rest.

I've always wondered why we put the tents we shed in the ground. How odd it is to talk to a head stone. Yet I do it all the time. I often say hello to stones as I slowly move my way up and down hills, on and off various paths. My friend Janet is buried here. I talk to her. It's been six years. "I'm beginning to forget the details of her face", I think to myself . Cresting the next hill, I run by a tenderly old man who frailly  gets down on his knee and kisses the head stone of his beloved wife... I take in a deep breathe.... and let it go.

There's so much of this world we don't understand. So much that we discover everyday. Today in this quiet cold, humble afternoon I rediscovered love. It makes my heart ache. It's not a bad thing though. It's real. Love is so intense, at times it hurts. It's bold. It can shine through the darkest of valley's. Emotions often try to imitate it. But like joy, it can't be copied, plagiarized, or manufactured. We as beings, at times, misinterpret it.

Love is real and there are so many places my heart...my soul, continues to feel it. How incredibly blessed to be able to love and be loved.

As the snow lightly falls, while the cold air hits my lips. I move my face towards the sky and smile.
Thanks so much for this continued journey with seasons and discovery. Thanks so much for what you show me and what you show through me. I am but a blank book with only a few pages written upon my heart. I know you will continue to write and make your work come alive in me just like a pop up book with color and dimension. Bursting with life and purpose. A teaching tool. A growing tool.
Blessed is this life.