How blessed are you to have loved your cousin that much. May her soul sing through you.
Reading this essay brought to mind the experience of a live, unrecorded musical performance. Different for both the performer and the audience; a personal experience with a myriad of possible effects, but a mere memory at its conclusion.
Thank you. This beautiful meditation on process and product, the impermanence of life and the endurance of grief resonates. “ like a wave washing over a fortress of sand”.
How blessed are you to have loved your cousin that much. May her soul sing through you.
Reading this essay brought to mind the experience of a live, unrecorded musical performance. Different for both the performer and the audience; a personal experience with a myriad of possible effects, but a mere memory at its conclusion.
Thank you. This beautiful meditation on process and product, the impermanence of life and the endurance of grief resonates. “ like a wave washing over a fortress of sand”.
Beautiful.