Tea With Me: 17th February, 2021 Wednesday
So its been awhile, eh?
Snow and cold, deep cold, came and stopped the world, at least here, last Saturday.
A dear one passed. One whose generosity of spirit was transformational for those who knew him. And for those close to him, well, we were so very fortunate to bask in his unfailing acceptance. The loss is striking.
The cold dropped that nightfall. Deep cold. Sudden and encasing. Grief frozen in the snow dust daring to descend at Zero. Its numbing presence focusing the need for heat seeking. Layers and hearth heart lightings, we sat, Husband and I all Valentine’s, his roses hidden in the frozen car all night arrived inside to be vased and warmed and did not die. They still fight for bloom on our kitchen counter.
There is a bouquet that did not come this year. Cruel the timing of this heart’s secession from its beating mandate which sounded clarions for others to drum loudly with declarations of acceptance. Empathy rips through me, for her, for children, for all of us left here without him.
And then deep snow came in the night. Waking to the early dawn the dim was lit with reflection off the white blanket tucked up against the house too deep to let the Duckles out to pee off the bedroom door. It stilled me for a bit. Stunned and frozen my tears like snow waiting for some warmth to set them dripping.
Three days today and the sun is out. The canales dripping the release of the frozen rooftops burden. The slips of branches and lovely and stilling as it is, snow’s nature is impermanence at least in these latitudes for now. Warmth’s alchemy sends water flowing earthbound sourcing sleeping bounty coming in the spring.
Allowing this alchemy, it is a must. Without it we stay frozen, still, trapped in loss.
We have a Magic Gate here. Its iron and old, repurposed from some other opening now lost in time. It came to this house a while ago,certainly before we did but exactly when I do not know. Its Magic is two fold, the first is its spector of the times it has been witness too and second that it keeps whats in inside the yard up against the house when closed but when opened a whole new universe unleashes. It opens to a field, fenced and secured so running. happy. Zois can hunt and race and say hello to passersby. There are hares and burrows and so so many gifts for the Zoi huntresses they are. The field is our Zoi playground. We opened that Magic Gate today for the first time since the freeze. Released, our Zois hit half leg deep snow which fired up their Russian racing roots. Zoi dolphins darting and weaving across this shallow ocean, their unfettered joy infectious as I watch them from inside a window.
There are reflections in our windows. Images of things around us. Its good to peer a little longer for there are things there and not here. Memories of scenes and people we have left and have left us. But they are always only a reflection close.
Much Love to All and hug eachother
Tea was black and creamed
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