My big brother passed on Friday, peacefully in his sleep. It was not totally unexpected, he had had a rough year and was 20 years older than I. I meditated a lot on Friday and many prayers for his safe journey. I told him I loved him, shared favorite memories and asked him over and over to follow the light. Friday night I lay my head to sleep but sleep was an elusive thing, I tossed and turned. There was a feeling that there was something I was supposed to do. So I got up and roamed a little and then decided to go outside and sit on the front patio for a while. As soon as I opened the front door, I knew what it was I was supposed to be doing. I turned around grabbed my camera and closed the front door behind me. It was like stepping into a dream, a fairy tale, a place surreal with the most magnificent light, puffy clouds traveling through the sky, fast enough so that you could see them pass. The light from the moon was bright, bright and the moon was encased like a jewel in the clouds. The stars twinkled as I have never seen in the city. I knew that my brother was telling me in his own way that he had found the light. A new angel.
I used the photograph for our quote this week at Art Journal Caravan, because it was perfect. "The whole difference between construction and creation is exactly this: that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists." Charles Dickens.
I pray all of you have a safe week filled with love and beauty. Hugs