The Blood Letting of Life
The following reflect excerpts from letters shared between two friends wondering of living and dying
Every once in a while
We decide to die to who we are
Death is not a final stage of growth
We die a hundred deaths
In the course of our life hour
I wonder
What made me think that I did not know?
Of course, I know�
I know that this is neither the beginning
Nor the end
This life is an interlude
Am I correct to think that love is unconditional when it slips up on you?
Unaware
And suddenly there it is! At that point, unconditional
Later, perhaps it becomes an event
Ah the heart, my dear friend
Come to the house of love having eyes unwashed with dreams
And you will see nothing
I never knew my Grandmother White Now I travel back to the homestead a child going home to see if I can find her
Shirl You are my verbal book whom I read as often as possible I love you Elaine You are in my heart in this hour's journey the cycle of our hours will always be I love you
A butterfly was what you were meant to become It flies with beautiful wings and joins the earth to heaven It drinks only nectar from the flowers and carries the seeds of love from one flower to another
Tina Paulins
Created for Elaine F. White who took flight on butterfly wings to journey home June 1, 2000
For Don...in sharing love with Elaine You shared her Graceland by Paul Simon [turn off the music selection Flying with the Wind before playing Graceland].
"...and I could not tell the dancer from the dance."
Created in the Joy of Sharing June 2000 Redesigned August 2001 Design by Sbec Thank you for visiting Enjoy...and come again.
Thank you for respecting the original work found on the Woven Ones Sungmanitutanka Sape and Sbec
