It is late at night and I am in Aquinnah, listening to the sea feeling the softness of the air. We are here for the week, receiving some island love, some island comfort, some sea dreams. Martha’s Vineyard is my island home even though I no longer live here. For twelve years it was home – a beautiful nest and landing place for our daughters when they arrived from Nepal. We are visiting two of my most favorite people on the planet, Jo Ann Eccher and Derrill Bazzy. They are my missing daughter’s godparents. We all – every part of her big family – hold her in our hearts, even though she is not present – I mean that in every sense of that word. She is, she will always be our heart, our beloved, our angel.
I am remembering a poem that I shared last year. It is what I a doing while I wait, while I weep.
Go deeper
past thought
into silence
past silence
into stillness
deeper still
past stillness
into the heart
now
let the love
consume
whatever is left of you
