Blessy

Today I hereby coin a new word: blessy.

A friend emailed me describing the last six months of her life as "the whole blessed/messy process."

Difficult tasks got done, slowly, or fairly quickly, depending on one's point of view.  Godspeed.

The sadness of letting go of two family members was balanced by the contentment of having cared for them as well as possible in their last years.

It was a blessed time; it was a difficult and messy time.

Blessy.  

Thank you to a different friend, Barbra Graber for finding and sending me this photo.

When the Spirit Leaves

Hypothesis

Perhaps when the spirit leaves its body

it flies to the star that is its destiny

a few billion light-years away

and buries itself in the flame

where its tarnished edges

are all burnt away

leaving only its truest essence.

I wish this for you, Rizz—

residence in a star of regal beauty

trailing streams of iodized clouds,

purple and green—

your own bright spirit freed from earth

and perpetually glowing

in the light of God’s face.

And if your spirit does not leave tonight,

may you not suffer.

may you not return to conscious thought

but rest in peace

until your spirit is freed.

                                                --Anne Eggebroten, July 13, 2016

                            “In my house are many mansions” John 14:2