I always believed that mourning begins at edge of introduction. Everything that's come from soil will eventually return to it. The minute we 'meet' the living we are preparing for their passing. Planting gardens and preserving memories. It might seem dark but it's the inevitable cycle of life. For all of us. The fleeting nature of the now.
Still even with this peace, it's difficult to express why the sudden physical leaving of a being from this planet, one I've never met or seen in the flesh, could leave me this gutted especially when there was so much beauty shared. Prince's music touched some of the most special memories of my childhood and beyond. His physical living was a comfort that those memories could maybe last forever and I could grow with them as the music does. I shed many tears yesterday. Not much fuel entered my body. It was the first time in a long time that it was deeply painful for me to listen to music. And while I don't seek the rhetoric that's probably going ensue in the coming days and months nor do I want to add to it- last night through my lens, the medium of expression that takes the wheel when I am frozen like this, the sky was clear in the deepest shade of blue, almost purple. The moon was almost full. I found the last of blossoms and sat under a branch to catch a cherry moon in April. Sending nothing but love and warmth to all my friends who are standing in the cold and feeling loss in anyway right now.
Happy Earth Day as well. ❤
