“Let go…” Spirit whispered, As it breathed in her eye, It doled out the infinite, In one easy sigh,
After I found out he’d passed, I spoke to him in the small hours of the morning, when I’d wake up with faint memories dancing on my eyes, lingering as dreams. I imagine many of us who have lost someone to the other side do these things. We speak to the departed.
When we enter into a Soul Winter, the Universe is giving us a very clear sign that the life we’ve created is not the life that was intended.