Floydie

Firsts-20190915 - Love and loving – musing on journeying These past seconds into minutes, into hours, into days, into weeks, into months, into a year, have drawn my spirit into introspection … some might call it soul-searching. Actually as I ponder it, this feels more like the image James Weldon Johnson holds up in his poem about Creation: God stepped out in space, and said, “I’m lonely! I’ll make me a world!” I believe in companionship, the gentle, fulfilling, completing of human spirits through relationship with another human soul that is deeply rooted in respect, loving, and being loved and treasured, companionship and  contentment, and delight and passion. I have known all of that in all its rich light, and through dark struggles which challenged on every side.  But what does it mean … the foundation, the strong rock upon which all is held together … love and loving?  So I entered deep inside … into my heart and soul, and mind … remembering, reflectin...

Realisations and revelations - life, so-called - for the dead and the living 20200124                          (Evoked by Evocations #42 - How do I love thee  ©️ Amelia Koh-Butler) Amelia and I are both on a life-journey called grieving. Both we and our now deceased life-partners share a long standing and deep friendship that has taken us through valleys of dark shadows and out again. Sometimes we spark each others’ writings, sometimes we respond to them. Our journeys are connected but unique, and these reflect that. Promises,   promises,   promises ...   not so much about life,   but an after-life ...   a life to be sought,   anticipated, longed-for even,   a life to be prized beyond even the best in this life,   to be envied and welcomed. Always talk of the heavenly rewards:   the la...

Realisations and revelations – drawing closer to ‘thinner space’ - 20200127 Background … I began these writings on the sudden death of my life-partner of almost 53 years in September 2018. There are others which precede this, and they will be posted in due course. While they have been written over 15 months, they are not a diary or part of a journal, but arise out of this life-journey called grief. They reflect discoveries, naming of moments, identification of mysteries, questions answered and new questions identified, naming places and moments of grace. They are an offering … “one beggar showing another where they found bread!” Yesterday …  Invasion/Australia Day … I journeyed into the Dandenong Ranges. In my heart,  the closest to “my country”  in this adopted land of invaded space. We began our life-partner journey there … Ciddy and I Our beloved son and daughter were born there We, Ciddy and I, returned there often. There we knew peace...