One moment we are here, the next we are where? Snipped from this life, I like to think, to the place and in the company of our heart's desires. Refreshing in the recall of the sweetest moments of our time here. Then, in whatever time it takes to be renewed, move on to begin again.
As Jude put it so well, somehow I knew the moment she remarked on Michelle's absence from the internet.
RBG's passing hit her very hard at a time when her reserves of hope and strength were low and falling.
Michelle and I often chatted via web late into the night, while I worked and she dealt with the kind of sleeplessness that comes of long afternoon naps- one of the few remaining good things on Facebook.
A few years older than myself, we both attended the School of Visual Arts in the mid and late 60s, only blocks from where she lived. We had a cultural commonality few virtual friends can claim. Times and places shared.
It's a comfort to know she'd been to her spiritual font, her Zendo, if only virtually, in the days before she passed.
Rest, dear one. Renew, then fly on.
From her last post, however long these things, this stuff of dreams, lasts.