Good Grief 327

More liminal
And more Flann

We are entirely merged. How is it possible?
Transitional objects and attachment.
We exist in a space together that is uniquely ours and joined by association and love that all arrive together in this liminal space, 2 of us here and one in another space altogether but who once occupied this one with us.
I chatted and patted as we drove and listened to a little Philip Glass on the way down and then I cried buckets as I left her for her winter spa retreat.
Sometimes I think the effort of doing this is part of the ritual and ceremony and as I walked up onto a frosty scene the world sparkled away in sun and snow and I eventually arrived home shattered.
It always feels so epic. A very tiny odyssey. And rightly so.