[When] the ghost of loss gets into you, may a flock of colors, indigo, red, green and azure blue, come to awaken in you a meadow of delight. ~ John O’Donohue
What losses are heightened at this time of year? What spaces of wonder open up?
When…
… watching for the brushstrokes of God
With the Eyes of the Heart 
A beautiful poem, I read it at my mother in law’s memorial service. She was an artist. https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/beannacht-blessing/
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