What follows the storm

This is a beautiful example of a Soul Writer who couldn’t be in group with us this particular week, but who honored her weekly practice by setting a timer and writing something on her own, inspired by an immediate experience. A good reminder that this kind of writing is available to us always! - Joy

You haven’t been uprooted long,
Laying along the earth now.

I’ve barely begun to mourn you,
To feel the magnitude of your loss as my cover
And the home to many.

Yet the spiders have begun spinning their webs already
Along your limbs and extremities.
The ants work along your roots flung above the earth.
I feel uncertain and yet,
Simultaneously, comforted by this.

I wonder who will mourn my life.
But I don’t linger long in this as
Delight arises with the thought that life goes on for others,
That my existence affords their being to thrive.

Your purpose seems fulfilled in this moment.
I feel solace in witnessing this completion—
Living and dying so that others move merrily along.

So I will mourn you in this moment.
And I will celebrate you.
A life lived
and a death met
with such humble and clear purpose.

May it be so for me.