of untimely demise.
creativity cut short
cut off. A life ended.
It hit closer to home than my own niece
suffering three years before her too-young passing
my sons age afterall
it hit closer to home than this.
A fellow. An artist. An EncaustiCamper. A teacher to the EncaustiCastle.
It hit closer to home than this.
A friend. A contemporary. A spirit twined like mine-abounding in giving more and finding more and doing more and going more.
It hit closer to home than this.
Between the eyes. In the solar plexis.
Would I let this passing pass without touching me
without doing its job of pointing back at me
a finger an arm thrust vehemently
*Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
I can not call this enough. I will not stop and rest. I do not need to be seen; but I need to provide and open and afford and commune.
I will not stop and let this rest; not for a moment.
Life happens too fast even if we are not cut off too soon.
It hit closer to home than this.
*Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?