“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.” ~Rumi
This piece I have been working on is dedicated to my Sister who recently lost her husband and is now losing her home. It is called "You Were Born With Wings" and is very rich in symbolism. Only 2 months after losing her husband she is losing her home and it is unimaginably heartbreaking for her to have to leave the "nest" that she lived in for 34 years with her husband and where they raised their children together. The 2 eggs in the woven nest represent her two children and I may add a third for her granddaughter. There is more meaning woven and stitched into this piece but maybe it all doesn't need to be said right now, besides it is still a work in progress so more may evolve.
I have tried my best to support her during this horrible time in her life and understandably, she has not always been able to be there for me over the last year as she dealt with her husband's cancer and finally his death. When I called her tonight I started to cry about some health issues I'm having and she was there for me so fully and completely that I suddenly realized she is finding her own wings. She is letting go of the life she knew and is taking her first steps without feet in this groundless place she has been thrown.
You were born with wings Cindy, and now you are learning to fly.
This is so wonderful Linda, it brings tears to my eyes.
ReplyDeleteThanks Debbie. My Sister is finding strength she never knew she had.
DeleteI love your sweet soul
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful thing to say. I wish you were not listed as anonymous because I want to hug you! I can't tell you how much your words meant to me.
DeleteEach step dearly won ...
ReplyDeleteYes. Leading her to a strength she never knew she had.
Deletethis brings to mind that beautiful poem by Patrick Overton
ReplyDeleteFaith
When you walk to the edge of all the light you have
and take that first step into the darkness of the unknown,
you must believe that one of two things will happen:
There will be something solid for you to stand upon,
or, you will be taught how to fly
© Patrick Overton, The Leaning Tree, 1975
Beautiful Mo, and so fitting. I will share it with my Sister!
Deletea friend said this poem works better for her if the last line read-
ReplyDelete"you will remember how to fly"
I like that change VERY much! Because that, after all, is what it is. Re-membering.
DeleteYes, you've put this so well, Linda. And your piece is beautiful and has so much depth and emotional meaning. I have been noticing lately that the changes of "later" life may be unplanned for and unwelcome. Somehow we have to find a path...or grow wings.
ReplyDeleteCindy is in her early 50's, as am I, and I am coming to realize lately that we have less time before us than behind us. I like that you said "Somehow we have to find a path...or grow wings." Maybe the pains of the second half of life are caused by those wing-buds sprouting on our backs, bursting out of our own flesh and bone.
DeleteThis is a beautiful piece Blessings to both you and your sister continue to support each other...a sisters love is special.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Yes, a Sisters Love is to be cherished.
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