I feel particularly held by the circle of death and life right now.
Two recent deaths, Daniel Schorr and Mabel Lang, leave me feeling like two pillars of the universe have upped and left for some other universe. Their deaths are not remotely out of season -- both were 93 -- and yet, somehow, it's the very length of their presences in my life that makes their absence seem so strange.
Death in due time, I can deal with; I grieve, but that's okay. Early death is harder for me. When it comes at the end of a terminal illness, I feel relief for that end, and still feel a kind of helpless rage.
My F/friend Christine Oliger's death is no surprise, yet it is hitting me hard.
The unexpected death of Art Gish, a beloved activist often involved with CPT Hebron / al-Khalil, is also hitting me surprisingly hard.
Death is part of the cycle of life. For Witches, we honor it, but we also honor our grief; and right now, I am grieving.
I am grieving in the Light, and in the comforting Darkness. I have the support of beloved F/friends and family; I am blessed and lucky.
I've also just received word of the unexpected but welcome pregnancy of someone very dear to me.
The circle of death and life continues, inexorably.