Photo: Sue Vincent
They were like stars, swirling low and high across the sky, marking the path of time and soul and light and dark and what will come and what had been.
As the murmuration rose and swelled, so did the sorrow in her chest, as did tears, and longing, and gratitude.
Her grandmother had told her once, that murmurs were a way of making stars. Flocking in elegant waves across the heavens, to the places far above, where movement wasn’t labored and where breath no longer hurt and where hearts beat in the unison of souls that know all separation is only an illusion.
She held on, remembering, her tears a stream to feed flowers that would grow to feed the small things that would feed the starlings that would murmur to make stars to house beloved souls. And she thought of how the murmur in her chest – which made sound and sobs – ached and expanded as the birds’ wings wove and rose and dipped and dove.
For it was like being seen.
The starlings’ dance a last hello, a soft goodbye, a blessing on the wind.
For Sue Vincent’s Write Photo: Murmur
Na'ama Yehuda 
This is heartachingly beautiful, Na’ama.
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Thank you, Sue.
Grief is universal, as is beauty, and love, and hope … I’m gratified if it was communicated …
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It was… with love and compassion.
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XOXO
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There is a folk tale that souls depart southward with the sun, and return in spring with the sweet singing songbirds. This seemed to sing of that.
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Ah, all that’s being said has probably been told before! 🙂 Isn’t that grand?!
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Nothing new, hey. 🙂
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Not much. And in truth, we’re all recycled molecules as it is … 😉 Sometimes I find it comforting that we’ve basically all been everything before (other times it is a little less comforting, but it is still fact … ;)).
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Yes, the real truth of reincarnation. I eat that lettuce, knowing it’s been grown in soil well mulched with good organic compost. Humph. What exactly was in that compost.
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Carbon. Minerals. All manner of things necessary for our lives … which may have been necessary for life before … 😉
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Indeedy. Isn’t life wonderful, the many processes that keeps it going.
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Very much so! 🙂
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🙂
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So stirring, reaches my heart and tears and soul too.
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Thank you, my friend! I think grief, and love, are universal … XOXO
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Amen.
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Thank you, Sue!
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So beautifully expressed. Na’ama. Thank you. x
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Thank you, Joy! 🙂 Thanks for the feedback and for reading and commenting 🙂
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Your words are somehow inspirational, despite the sadness…
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I’m glad, for that was the intent … and I think there is often a mix of feelings, in grief, in change, in knowing one had loved, in knowing love does not disappear even if it changes form.
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Lovely ❤
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Thank you, Alethea! I’m so glad you stopped by to read and comment!
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What a wonderful thought–that murmurations make stars. and beautifully rendered in your words. (K)
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Their flight across that ceiling of the world reminds me of the movement of stars across the night skies… So, who knows… 🙂 thank you for reading and commenting!
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So sad, yet so beautiful.
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Thank you!
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