Time is such a strange part of this dream called life. A day or a week, goes by and some seem swift and others seem to last for years. Truly there’s only the moment, the here and now I guess, but I have to admit my sense of time since Jeff’s passing from this phenomenal existence is crazy just like his leaving this dimension has been. The last two weeks have stretched out and it feels like a very long time now.
Twenty-one days since December 27, (when Jeff passed away) and for me 21 is an auspicious number; for it’s the last card of the major arcana in the tarot, the whirling world, which symbolizes merger in the all: enlightenment. Well, I can feel Jeff’s presence here as I write down these words; and he’s been more on my mind and more with me than when he was embodied, that’s for sure.
Well, that’s all for now, I’m heading off to mediate on my dear friend’s spirit out there dancing and laughing I bet, smiling and joking and being friends with every other spirit he encounters and waiting for us to join him when it comes our time to leap over the edge just like Jeff did. Here’s a short poem that describes how I suspect we all must feel.
The Farewell
I picked this fragile spring of heather
Autumn has died long since remember
Never again shall we see one another
Odor of time spring of heather
Remember I await our life together.
-Guillaume Appolinaire
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