saying goodbye


Saying goodbye...

I breath deep into these words, into this thought....wondering of the finality of its meaning.  What is beyond the space between where you were and where you have gone...and where I am, standing here alone with my hands open waiting for an answer.

Then I walk past the tree...the tree that seems out of place between buildings and sidewalks.  An oddity in the cement world...but on this day its presence is as deep as David, speaking to me through the blossoms that fill it's every limb, ripe to overflowing with delicate pink silken flowers.  Bursting with life, with potential, with beauty.  It was not just a tree, but my teacher.

It is not enough for my eyes to take in it's form, for it is there before me, real and tangible.  I can touch it, feel it's being.  What moves my soul is the scent, the glorious perfumed air that I do not notice when I am touching the softness of the petals, but that forms a wall of fragrance so sweet and rich several paces from the base.  Scent that doesn't pour into my cells until I am fully past the moment of connection. 

This is the gift, the answer to my question.... reminding me that it is not just the moment of our meeting that holds you in my heart.  The gift of your presence transforms even when your form is gone.  Goodbye then is merely a shift, a moment acknowledged when I no longer can no longer see you...or touch you...

Beyond those words is the knowing that I can feel you at any moment, the moment when I allow life to blossom.  The scent of life stirring my heart to love not just the what was, and who you were, but what life is and who I am still here to be.