Walking on Air Between Heaven and Earth

This weekend I went skydiving and it was amazing. I felt as though I was literally floating among the clouds. Time stood still a for a moment I experienced pure joy. I the was my first experience of pure positive white light since my mother passed away two weeks ago. I could feel her and I felt like I was getting a view of the world from her perspective. I spoke of her with my instructor during my entire decent back down to earth.

I can't begin to describe the range of feelings and emotions I have had over the last two weeks. I hear her voice and I see her face. Last night I started texting her and was heart broken when I realized she wasn't going to answer back (at least not in that way). I miss her in a way I have never known possible, and yet I feel like I am never alone. She is always with me. I didn't expect to know life without her until I was old an gray.  She was my best friend. 

I chose this Brian Atwood shoe for this post because it is simple, yet sassy, sexy yet classy... just like my mother. She was beautiful in every way.






Do not stand at my grave and weep 
I am not there. I do not sleep. 
I am a thousand  winds that blow. 
I am the diamond glints on snow. 
I am the sunlight on ripened grain. 
I am the gentle autumn rain. 
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet white doves in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night. 
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.

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