Once upon a time, not a long long time ago, there was a girl.
She was happy and found beauty in everything around her. The clouds, the sky, the mountains, the sea, the birds, the glisten of dew on a spider web, and the sounds of this life on a beautiful earth that we are blessed to walk for such a short time.
Time. What is time? It is a concept of human-kind: invented to make our lives easier. But there is no such thing as time.
We are here but for a blink of an eye, and then we are gone. We return to energy and this life is a lesson for the soul to evolve.
But, for me, the earth has both sped up and slowed down. The days and weeks have passed at a dizzying speed. But the moments of my grief linger and move in slow motion. The hours of longing for what has been lost: a constant struggle.
There is still beauty all around me. That hasn’t changed, nor how I see it hasn’t changed. But everything feels different for me now. There is a void: an emptiness that will remain with me as I finish this lesson, and move on to the next.
Sam is still with me. I know he is. I see him in the beauty that is all around me. He rides the currents in the blue skies above; he dances in the dragonfly as it swoops and dives on a beautiful summers day. He is in the sound of the echo of the eagle as it soars overhead. He is in the energy of this life: of this earth. As we all are. And one day, he will meet me with open arms and an unconditional love that awaits all of us when this journey is done.
That girl is still here. But she is different. She is just facing the hardest lesson that she was sent here to learn.