Endings. Beautiful and painful endings.
Do we question, bear witness or both?
Do we drop to our knees,
dig our hands into the soft earth…
Do we remain outwardly calm,
offering comfort to others?
Do we give thanks for all that has been,
and then accept what is to come?
Do we pray, if we are the praying kind,
and if so for what?
A short journey to deaths door?
A painless last breath?
One more shared sunset?
Do we give thanks that the ending is still to come -
that the person wasn’t taken from us suddenly,
with no chance to say all the things we might have wanted to say?
The answer to all these questions is - yes, sometimes.
I am holding space ever-so-lightly and with great care to invite universal energy as my life-long friend (“friend” seems too small a word to hold our varied and sometimes complex relationship but it will have to do) faces what we all must at some point - an end of a life as we know it on this earth. It may take weeks, or months or even a year but as he told me shortly after the diagnosis - I am going to die and it is no longer an abstract thought but rather an imminent reality.
This painting seems to sum up my today and this moment. I am sharing it with us as a way of acknowledging the hard stuff, the things that cannot easily be resolved, immediately.
“Point No Point Mid-Storm” by Terrill Welch
walnut oil on canvas 16 x 20 inch oil on canvas is sold.