|Two Worlds, My Daughter and Me|
She said she could imagine me painting it. She said "The feeling is like black smoke, and at first, in the early weeks and months of grief the smoke is very dark, and it permeates everything--your thoughts, your emotions, your activities. Then as time passes, the smoke begins to thin, and it becomes easier to carry on."
I agree. I've experienced several levels of healing that I recognize when I think back to the beginning of Jessie's new beginning, and all the trauma involved in receiving the news, making arrangements, travel, scattering her ashes, taking care of distributing her things, and coming back to my home to learn how to wake up and make things matter again. There is healing there. So my black smoke cloud is beginning to dissipate.
|Jess is dancing in the celestial realms.|
|Detail of my face and the love wafting out of my heart.|
|Detail of Jessie's delight.|
|The veil that separates the two worlds.|
I will paint this image soon. Will post when it's done.