Is courage required to be still and at ease with oneself ? During those times when all our lives is in place as we planned it’s easy . When violent twists and turns appear the loving stillness can be both inside and outside . When the outer comforts of love are seemingly out of reach then the inner sanctuary of love must prevail and in that lives the peace .
I go to the source within . When the light is dim the threads of prayers hold me in . 
It is not always peaceful when I pray .
A tangled web of threads that I seek to liberate
from a restless mind that struggles against the stillness .
I walk and walk and feel a brief respite when tiredness
sets in and the knowing that soon I will sleep .
Living with my imperfections in the dark only gave them power. Now the freedom comes in waves like the Ocean rushing to the shore and taking away the fears like grains of sand .
Now that you have gone I wonder …
Were you the counter part that allowed me to have patience ?
Now I expect the answers before I know the question .
Did the best parts of me exist because of you ? 
There had been an expectation in my heart that everyone would know my loss. That by some miracle all of the dears in my life would feel the threads of love , of loss and simply know the hurt that I was feeling . I lived on in the hope that I was not moving through the silent upheaval inside of my soul alone .
‘Coming into Being’ chalk pastel 18×24 2/2013 #48
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I had to learn how to see her again . Big, brown eyes mellow and soft when displaying her sensitive nature and fiercely courageous when taking a stand. These are details of who she was and were tucked safely away within the vitality of love . Protected from the chaos and disrepair of grief the moments that had passed between us remained alive .
The courage I needed arrived in the quiet , in the dark . It was the strength of her trust and her faith
that fed me when I was too exhausted to eat. It was her child like pleas for Chocolate that me gave fleeting
smiles like a light in the darkness of fear.
She was a light in my life .
Holding her frail hand was easy . Letting it go …heartbreak .
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