Sometimes we do not create ritual so much as it creates us, shapes us, remakes us and takes us into places we had not planned for and may not be ready to go. We call this ritual life.
Wow! I just heard today. The news struck me like a bolt of lightening, too. And, my first thought was of you. I lost my father in March. It has been hard. Not sure when your dad traveled over the rainbows, but it seems significant that I signed a contract on a new home probably on or near your father’s death date. I have struggled with the grief this month with Father’s Day and it being the month I lost Sawyer. It’s odd that my current service dog, Becca, has the birth date of Sawyer’s death date. It helps. I would not have met her if he had lived a full dog’s life.
As I was grieving, I began planning a painting which will be part of my Practically True Fairy Tale Memoir/graphic novel. It is of a poppy field. Sawyer is in the center heading to the Rainbow Bridge. I had developed several possible plans for experimentation. My teacher says painting Rainbows is hard to pull off in watercolors.
Then, Karen shows me a possible home in Taos. We made an offer and now are moving like the wind to get this home (that is too much for these older bodies). I had to stop painting. No time. I knew the house was next door to a friend, but not the road name. The realtor was talking about house and mentions Rainbow street. I just busted out laughing, Amazing! The house is on Rainbow street.
I love you and hope you are handling your twists and turns as well as possible. Love, love, love.
losing a father is a big deal, no matter what. I also had a dad who affected the world, but as his child experienced him differently ... it's a hard thing to explain. looking forward to more of you writings and thoughts ♡︎
We love you, Justice. Love and blessings to you and your family. I am here for you.
I’m so glad i found your Substack too- now subscribed
Your father was such a light, such a joy, such a complexity
Not defined easily if at all
All i know is i thank the universe for letting me meet him and you in this physical plane
Sending you love and holding space for your family
Nice to reconnect with you! He was a complex person for sure.
Love you...my thoughts and prayers are with you, Nate, and your family
❤️ love you Justice.
Wow! I just heard today. The news struck me like a bolt of lightening, too. And, my first thought was of you. I lost my father in March. It has been hard. Not sure when your dad traveled over the rainbows, but it seems significant that I signed a contract on a new home probably on or near your father’s death date. I have struggled with the grief this month with Father’s Day and it being the month I lost Sawyer. It’s odd that my current service dog, Becca, has the birth date of Sawyer’s death date. It helps. I would not have met her if he had lived a full dog’s life.
As I was grieving, I began planning a painting which will be part of my Practically True Fairy Tale Memoir/graphic novel. It is of a poppy field. Sawyer is in the center heading to the Rainbow Bridge. I had developed several possible plans for experimentation. My teacher says painting Rainbows is hard to pull off in watercolors.
Then, Karen shows me a possible home in Taos. We made an offer and now are moving like the wind to get this home (that is too much for these older bodies). I had to stop painting. No time. I knew the house was next door to a friend, but not the road name. The realtor was talking about house and mentions Rainbow street. I just busted out laughing, Amazing! The house is on Rainbow street.
I love you and hope you are handling your twists and turns as well as possible. Love, love, love.
losing a father is a big deal, no matter what. I also had a dad who affected the world, but as his child experienced him differently ... it's a hard thing to explain. looking forward to more of you writings and thoughts ♡︎
We love you, Justice. Love and blessings to you and your family. I am here for you.