Saturday night

I am very grateful for the shadecloth, draped over the sukkah frame and the skylights, which now cools the house. Even in today's 100 degrees it is comfortable inside.
I sat early this morning on the porch swing, and watched the small birds come to the bird bath to drink, to fluff.

Today was the last shiva gathering for the young woman who left us.
This stage has ended for the family; the next are not yet in sight of the heart.

I would need to re-read these pages in order to map the path my heart has taken in these years since my beloved is gone. I still miss him; and his absence has taken on a presence of its own.

Blessings, blessings as this new week unfolds.
Good night