My sweet little love.
Years ago before we became who we are and we lived in and of the natural world this was a time of celebration, moving from the light half of the year to the dark. It was a time of transition and rest in preparation for a rebirth. I have been struggling to write about Esther's passing and her presence in my life. It is just too big, too vast. No words are enough. In December of 2016 our vet said that Esther would not likely see the new year. Almost two years later in September of this year she shuffled off this mortal coil and became light in the wind she loved so much. She was a fierce, brave, beautiful soul who wouldn't go quietly. I know she is forever and always mine as I am hers. I celebrate her tonight as she was as she is and as she will be. My sweet little love, the true joy of my life. May she always feel the wind in her hair and smell the very sweetest smells.
